Chapter 5
When the next morning came, I was alone in bed, in the room, with no sign of Dex. My head seemed a bit clearer than the day before.
With a frown, I got out of bed, noting how sore I felt everywhere. And yet, it had to have all been a dream, I once more told myself. There was no way I’d spent the day in blissful ecstasy with Dexter Larabee.
Likely, I’d caught a cold or the flu and had been delirious. That would certainly explain the body aches.
I took a long hot shower that helped with the aches and cleared any remaining delirium from my mind.
As I made my way downstairs, I noted the day had come clear and bright. I decided after I got myself a cup of coffee, I’d make my way outside, where surely I would enjoy an ever clearer head.
Rather than the backyard this time, I chose
