That isn't the last time I dream.
The images are burned in my brain.
They pop into my mind at the most inconvenient of times.
Giving a presentation at work. Check.
Eating dinner with Bella. Check.
Stopped at a red light. Check.
It's all I can think about.
How badly I want her.
And how badly she needs me to be patient.
The next morning is like most other mornings. Bella cooks while I shower and get dressed for the day.
The newness lies in the knowing glances.
Rosy cheeks.
Sly smile.
And the discussion of a picnic on Saturday.