Once the waiter sets the food on the table, Taesha inhales, taking in all the aromas that float in the air. The waiter uncorked the red wine that came with the meal. He handed Dexter the cork to sniff and poured a sample into a glass. Dexter, the perfectionist, swirled the contents, held in the goblet, looking for sediment in the crystal, then sniffing and sipping. That's what one would think. He's drinking red wine but has never seen the color of it until now. The wine coated his tongue with the most delightful hints of fruits and Moka. Nodding his acceptance, he requested the lady have a sample of his selection. Taesha followed his lead, taking the wine glass, inhaling, tasting, and nodding lightly."Waiter, can you bring us a blue cheese board with this wine?" "Yes, Madam," He said, pouring them both half-full goblets and leaving.Once again, Dexter was impressed. She took his hand, which surprised him. Dexter saw her lower her head, and he followed suit. She blessed the food. "

The ride home was quiet. Dexter didn't know how to break the thick ice of tension that had developed between them. Their romantic and sensual night they were having had suddenly come to an end, and he didn't know why. There was no explanation or anything. Then, finally, Taesha abruptly left him on the dance floor. She gathered her things and walked out of the "Cut restaurant.During the drive home, she asked. "Are you sliding your eyes over here at me?" Taesha sounded agitated."No, I'm not sliding my eyes at you," Dexter replied. Things got quiet again. Dexter wanted to kick himself for pretending like her coldhearted actions weren't bothering him. But how could he tell her that he enjoyed seeing her pretty face even though it looked irritated? They finally arrived at the cabin. The minute Dexter opened the cabin door Taesha walked through it and went straight to her bedroom, closing the door and leaning against it. "Why? Why? Does he make me feel this way?" Her body tingled with

His mind and body stirred with great need. His hand reached out to touch and feel every inch of her body. If only he could show her how he felt about her. The words she uttered, she'd liked kissing him and hadn't wanted to stop. How was he supposed to walk away knowing that? But Dexter didn't want to scare her away by showing her how badly he wanted her. So instead, he leaned close to her ear, inhaling, taking in her sweet scent he'd become addicted to already. "Hm-mm. A very long, happy three days it's been." Trust. His trust is vital. Dexter wanted her to trust him. So he forced himself to stand up straight as he tiptoed out of the room. He collapsed on the couch, closing his eyes, now grappling with his strong desires, willing himself to sleep. "I can do this..." Dexter found himself a few minutes later in her bedroom. "How did I end up in here?" He asked, confused. Taesha's body was his greatest damnation. He craved her and the way she came alive beneath his fingers. She'

The weather forecast was correct; the heavy snow was over, but it was still cold even though the sun was shining so bright. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful day to be out of the cabin. Dexter pulls up to the mechanic shop across the street from the clip & Dye hair salon and boutique. They read the sign across the street, Gas, Repairs, Oil changes, Used cars for sale, Plowing machines, and Firewood. We do it all.""Now there's a combination you don't see every day," Dexter utters as they laugh. They stepped out of the car, and this was the first day you could see the charming little town amid the majestic mountains. The area has colorfully painted buildings that house a variety of expensive small businesses. They had the Fish and-ski-hike store that displays fishing rods and gear, snowboards, and hiking boots in the window. "Look, Dexter, they even have an art gallery," Taesha smiles."Who would have thought all this was here in this little town," Dexter replied.The gallery shared

Yawning and stretching her arms, she states. "Dexter, I'm going to say good night." Taesha stood up as Dexter held onto her hand. When he heard her say let's go our separate ways. Dexter thought about how he wouldn't be able to see her or have this colorful light of vision at all again. He didn't want to lose her or go back into the darkness. A dark world without vibrant color and light, he realizes, is awful, especially now that Dexter's been exposed to the warmth of her smile and beautiful face. He looked up at her clear burnished golden brown eyes that were open, honest, and filled with expressions of her fears and desires. "Taesha, please don't go." He uttered low and sultrily. "But I don't want either of us to get hurt here. Our hearts are already too involved so fast, and I can't explain or understand how that has happened. I don't want to add more pain by involving our bodies. It'll only make it ten times harder to go our separate ways. So, Dexter, let's put on the brakes her