The sweet chants of the early morning birds summons my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl, turning 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.

I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly acquiting a tight-lipped...