OK OK OK, here you go. Very short though. More soon.
Chapter Six: Stormy Emotions
The morning sun dawns, I hear the clatter of booted feet on the stairs as you leave me again. I roll over and go back to sleep, in angst of my alarm clock, glaring at me.
Briefly, shutting my eyes, I remember last night's dream.
The intensity, the feeling, the vividness.
Could reality be better than fantasy?
Hell Yes.
I've had a taste of him, a sampler of what's to come.
By candlelight, our desire flared, by moonlight, our passion grew. In my dream, we touched and felt, the age old dance of our bodies joining in the dance of want, need and desire.
Affirming our feelings for each other in the physical dance of passion.
My appetite is whetted for him, a lingering touch, a glimpse in his beautiful eyes. I can't wait.
Closing her eyes, guarding against the intensity of her reaction to her feelings. She smiled when her bedroom door opened, her dad had come to say goodbye.
"Bye Peyton, see you in a week, be good," kissing her on the forehead, he took one long lingering look at his baby girl. He had a feeling when he came back, she would be a woman.
"Bye daddy." She smiled sweetly at him. Her mind focused on seeing Lucas at school.