Chapter 36 QUESTION OF LOVE

The sweet chants of the early morning birds summon my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl as I turn 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 each 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 cruise through my mind, reminding me of that moment of raw confectionary madness and pleasure. Magical. Bliss-it was pure bliss. Sweet euphoria! I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly accepting a tight-lipped chuckle. If any moment has ever been beautiful in my pathetic, miserable life up until now, it was last night. It was the only time the phrases "happiness" and "pleasure" had meaning in my life, and they came in handy. Double potion! Double blessings! Double joy! The night was so phenomenal that I can recall every single detail of it without straining