Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions whirling around in our minds. At least I knew I had questions that I positively wanted and needed answers to.
Ms. Henry's blue eyes peers at them with a hint of a smile as she clears her throat, watching the powerful attraction right before her eyes between these two. Taesha rolled her eyes at Dexter, giving her attention to Ms. Henry's obvious hint that she was still in the room.
"So, was there really an accident?" Ms. Henry asked, looking at the two of them. But before Taesha could respond, she heard him say. Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions.
"Yes! When I found her on the side of the road, she had hit a tree." Dexter states quickly. He didn't want Ms. Henry to get the wrong impression that he was some abusive man.
"I did not hit a tree! Something stepped right out in front of my car." She rolled her eyes at him, never feeling more embarrassed.
"Depending on the road, that's possible. But are you okay, sugar? Ms. Henry asked Taesha.
"I'm fine, I think. But my new car is more injured than me." Taesha said, hoping the small-town mechanic could get her back up and running tomorrow.
"I can call Doc Edwards for you if you like him to look at your injuries." Ms. Henry offers.
"Please do. That would be helpful. We need to make sure you are all right." Dexter states, concerned once more.
"Thank you, but that's not necessary, Ms. Henry. It's just minor bumps and bruises. If you have an ice pack, that will help with the swelling." All Taesha wanted was a warm bath and an ice pack for her cheek and head. And a warm bed to sink into.
"Are you sure?" Dexter asked Taesha again.
"Yes, stop making a fuss. I'm fine. Oh, by the way, do you have internet?" Taesha inquires, asking Ms. Henry.
"Internet?" Ms. Henry begins to laugh. "Oh, no, honey. The only place you might be able to get internet reception, which is a big maybe, is to stand outside the utility office."
Dexter and Taesha looked at one another, forcing a smile.
"Okay, you two love birds."
Almost in beautiful unison, they exclaimed. "We are not love birds."
"Anyway, my cabin rents for $250.00 a night. All the amenities you'll need are inside the cabin."
"It's two cabins, correct?" Taesha asked.
"Yes, it's two. One cabin is for me, and the other cabin is the one I'll be renting out to you two."
Ms. Henry states. "If you need me for anything. I live out back behind this cabin."
"So this is the cabin we are renting?"
"Yes, honey, you sure you don't need to see Doc? You keep repeating yourself." Ms. Henry asked.
"No, but how many bedrooms does this cabin have?"
"It has one bedroom, one bath, and this lovely living room and kitchen/dining combined that you are standing in here."
"Oh, so this is it?"
An audible gasp escapes Ms. Henry's parted lips, and that's when Dexter says.
"Thank you, Ms. Henry. How much is the rent again?"
"$250.00 a night, handsome. You have some dreamy ice-blue eyes."
"Ah, thank you."
"Let's split it," Taesha suggested while opening her purse.
"Don't worry about it," Dexter says as he slides the black credit card out of his wallet and onto the kitchen counter.
Taesha repeats. "I said we could split it,"
Dexter utters a quick thank you to Ms. Henry again. Ms. Henry tells Taesha smiling.
"Honey, don't ever offer to pay. It's offensive to a real man, and I think this one is a good man." She winks at Dexter as he smiles.
Taesha was about to explain he was not her man. Good or bad!
"Come with me, handsome, so that I can swipe your card."
Taesha scurries out behind him. Dexter stopped so suddenly that Taesha nearly ran into his broad back. Turning, he caught her inches from his chest, and the awareness that had sizzled between them made that moment reappear. It was weird. He wasn't her type at all.
Yet, she's experiencing such an overpowering need not to mind being touched by him. It had to be the cold and her emotions. She rolled her hands into fists to keep from acting on the impulse.
"Listen," she said haltingly, "you seem like a nice enough person."
Dexter looks down at her. "And?" With one eyebrow raised. The expression transformed his pretty face and gave him a manly look.
"I was going to say I want to carry my part of the bill. I know you have no way of knowing this about me. But I pay my way. I don't take anything from a man I don't know.
"And?" He asked again with that same intense expression.
"Men always expect something back. So, as soon as I can get to an ATM. I will be paying for my half of the bill."
Dexter nodded and smiled at her. That expression transformed his handsome face and gave him a boyish look.
"Alright," he said, with that gaze of pure interest.
The more he was around her and heard her views and feelings. The more he became interested in getting to know her. Not because of the effect she had on his vision. He wanted to know her as a woman. He turned and walked out the back door to Ms. Henry's place.
"Fine."
"You might want to put some ice on that cheek. The more you keep talking, the bigger your jaw is swelling," he said as he opened the back door to the cabin and went through it.
Taesha stopped in her tracks and touched her puffy cheek. "Oh no, first it was my boots, then my new car, and now my face. She let out a heavy sigh.
"Everything is going wrong. Even my heart is acting crazy.' She mumbled, walking out the back door behind the man she was finding harder and harder to resist. While repeating in a quiet tone, 'he's not my type.
"Good night Ms. Henry and thanks for everything."They both said, waving as they hurried back to the cabin. The snow outside was falling heavier. But once inside, they were now alone under the same roof. Even though Taesha felt exhausted, her nerves wouldn't let her relax. The uneasiness of being alone with a man; on top of that, he was a stranger kept going through her mind. "Is this counted as a one-night stand?' Taesha begins to reflect on her many conversations with her best friend, Cameron. Taesha remembers telling her how she could never have a one-night stand. Well, this is the closes she'll ever come to having one.She watched Dexter remove his long black coat from his slender frame, hanging it on the coat rack. Taesha asks herself, 'what are you doing?' It wasn't the first time she's had to check herself when it came to him tonight. Taesha feels the need to fill the awkward silence. Taesha walked around the cabin, exploring and talking out loud. "It feels so good in here," sh
The following day Dexter begins to stir, feeling uncomfortable. He sits up but with his eyes still closed. He rubs his neck, which had become stiff from lying on the couch. When his eyes finally opened, he got the shock of his life. The shadowy darkness had returned. Everywhere he looked in the cabin was ash-gray. He stood rubbing his eyes, blinking, and then reopening them. But the shadowy darkness remained the same. Finally, he rushed over to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He splashed water on his face several times, rubbing it into his eyes as if to wash the ash gray away! Everything was still that awful ash-gray color! "Why?" Never before has his lack of vision ever bothered him. But for the first time, it bothered him greatly! Dexter had never hated his eye condition in all these twenty-eight years until now. The heat of anger rushed to his head, and immediately, water welled in his eyes; looking in the mirror, he couldn't stop the waterfall of tears from streaming from t
Taesha was quiet. She didn't say anything as she continued to look up at him. Taesha's longingly startled eyes had Dexter thinking about how she must taste like sweet melted chocolate. Lust pounded through him now that he could see her face. He took a good long look at the gorgeous mouth, desiring to taste her lips' sweetness. Dexter lowered his head, and his mouth landed on her soft pink lips. The impact was nothing short of incendiary—the kiss for him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. A moan came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Dexter pulled her closer, not caring that she'd feel his instant arousal. Her breasts flattened against his chest as her mouth opened more to his heated tongue. Oh my God. This was the hottest kiss he'd ever experienced, and Dexter has experienced his share of hot kisses. Dexter found himself sinking into her sweetness as Taesha began to withdraw. "Wait, I'm so confused," she said, her voice hoarse and sexy. "Confused abou
Dexter had never driven in broad daylight without his sunglasses on. It was refreshing not to need anything over his eyes and not be affected. He had missed out on all the simple pleasures due to his rare color blindness. His color blindness is not your typical eye disease. Most people may be familiar with the disease, where you see limited colors. It's the one more common in males. Most people don't know that 1 in 12 men are color blind. The men with my rare case suffer in silence and keep it a secret. What most take for granted, like seeing the morning sun and watching the snowfall, are elements he's seeing for the first time.To be out today is perfect for grocery shopping. Once they make it to the store, he looks at Taesha's grocery basket, which consists of candy, ice cream, and junk food. On the other hand, Dexter's basket was filled with necessities like; vegetables, finely cut meats, seafood, bread, eggs, pasta, rice, wine, and other commodities. Taesha takes it upon herself t
The two of them couldn't be more opposites. Once inside the cabin, Taesha tossed her bags on the counter and took out a bag of Reese's pieces bite-size candy. She plops down on the sofa tossing a piece of candy into her mouth. "I'm so tired after all that shopping. I like shopping, but boy, you wore me out! I guess I'm still exhausted from last night's catastrophe!" Dexter also set his bags on the island counter and went to the closet to hang his new clothes first. Next, he took and put his black trench coat on the coat rack. When that was done, he put up the groceries he had brought, which were the necessities for both of them. He also put away Taesha's food and junk items that she conveniently left on the counter. She sat there on the sofa and stared at him in amazement. "I'll give you this much. You can't find too many guys like you, all pampered and bougie, but you don't mind working. What kind of work do you do for a living? From looking at your hands, you probably work for so
Taesha didn't come out of the room for the rest of the evening. After Dexter had put the shoes in his closet, hoping to give them to her tonight. He fixed himself something to eat. "Why did I let her put my wine back on the store shelf? I could use something to drink to help me relax. I can be persuasive, charming, firm, stubborn, and prideful. I have even been told I'm an excellent singer and lover. But to scorn a woman or hurt a female intentionally that's not my style. I love and respect my mother too much to mistreat a female intentionally." Yes, Dexter didn't like having Taesha upset with him, and he was very sorry. It indeed was a mistake that he made. Dexter knew he had never met someone like her before. All the girls he's dated, though, only for a month. In this short period, he could tell she was vastly different from any girl he's spent and wasted time dating. Sure she had a temper that lit up like a firecracker at the strike of a match. But it was his fault, and she had
Taesha stepped inside the shower. As the water fell over her body, tears fell too. "This weekend has turned out nothing as I expected. I feel so stressed out, and I'm making all kinds of mistakes." After washing her hair and body, Taesha spent twenty minutes moisturizing her hair with a homemade potion she made for curly hair specifically. "Oh, I know what I can do. I'll make Dexter my special hibiscus saffron wine I promised him earlier. After styling her hair, making sure she looked presentable. Taesha begins getting dressed. She takes a peep out the window at the falling snow. 'Ugh! Now I know why I'm not a big fan of winter. It just won't stop, will it!" She slipped on her fluffy slippers, preparing to enter the living room. The feeling of embarrassment over her behavior entered her thoughts. Thinking about how she acted over a pair of boots made her want to climb back in bed and hide. "I need to go out there and smooth things over with him. It's just a thousand dollars gone
Dexter found himself standing here once again with this free-spirited soul in his arms. Loving how she teased and tormented his emotions—stirring his feelings into a storm wind. Taesha felt something she's never experienced too. It was like a whirlwind happening in her heart of emotions. They gazed into each other's eyes for far too long. Her arms moved up on their fruition around his neck, pulling him closer, making it more pleasant than the act swirling around her imagination. Beneath her arms, she felt the strength of his broad shoulders. She pressed against him with heated persistence. The delicious warmth of an aroused man, needing, wanting, and desiring her. Dexter's heart hammered as he caressed her lips against his, then his tongue slipped fiercely into her mouth. He was consuming her heart, soul, mind, and body. That's what she thought, 'oh, yes, consume me.' When those coherent words surfaced in her brain, he was sucking and tasting, savoring and enticing. Dexter was fall