Chapter 34 Beautiful But Baffling Memories

• The sweet chants of the early morning birds summons my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl as I turn around, actually, chancing to turn around, but in terrific vain. I am buckled up to the warm and possessively dominant arms of Jerol behind me, our raw flesh against the other. He is virtually stifling me with his tight grip and I can't tell whether he knows.
• I close my eyes, the waves of the glorious recalls of last night cruising through my mind, reminding me of that moment of raw confectionary madness and pleasure. Magical. Bliss - it was pure bliss. Sweet euphoria!
• I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly acquiting a tight-lipped chuckle.