Beside the stove on the counter, the Keurig hummed, brewing a small cup of raspberry tea. Sandella inhaled the mixed aromas, sliced a tablespoon of butter into the simmering grits, added a dash of salt, and then stirred. As the meal settled into its last stages of cooking, she walked over to the window. She slid her hands inside her apron. Two birds perched on the branch of her favorite oak. They began pecking each other beaks. Ahh, they’re in love. Like me. Last night after they’d made love, she’d left the cottage and come back to the main house. Just as she’d crawled into bed, Braylon emerged in the doorway and ended up joining her. They’d made love three times last night and eventually she’d fallen asleep with him holding her. Braylon had no clue how deeply and madly in love she was with him. It’d been on the tip of her tongue to tell him last night after they’d made mad passionate love the last time.
