Chapter 24 Julia

• Sunlight filters through my eyelashes as I open my eyes and blink them several times, trying to fully regain consciousness and remember where I am and what’s going on.
• Then, it all comes back to me. I am at Braxton’s house--in his bed--or at least his guest room. We made love last night, and even though I have never been with another man, other than my husband, I do not regret it. Not one bit.
• I roll over, expecting to find the bed empty beside me. If it had been Jeff, he would’ve gotten up as soon as we were done and ran off to his own room. But Braxton is there. He is awake, his head propped up on one hand as he gazes down at me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, his voice husky from sleep. “How are you?”