The next morning, I again woke to the smell of coffee. Pleasant, I thought. Brian  again. So thoughtful......

I pulled the sheet up over my head for a second. "Good heavens, I didn't really...did I?  I whispered to myself. But the disheveled linens on the other side of the bed assured me that the mental images of myself and Brian  in a steamy, torrid embrace was no fantasy. No dream.

How in the world was I going to face him? Every awful thing he'd first thought about me, he was probably thinking was indeed true. I wondered if he now suspected that I'd made love to him because I wanted...