Though there was a chill in the air, all was serene calm, the clear sky promising to produce a beautiful day. Perfect for a wedding. Alyssa stretched, yawned and crawled reluctantly out of bed. She spent most of the night tossing and turning, unable to erase the sensual memories of Cole’s body entwined intimately with hers or the feel of his hot mouth driving her crazy. His smell surrounded her, a constant reminder of those moments in his arms and making her wish she had stayed right there. But then she'd congratulate herself for leaving. Just to regret that she didn't stay. And so it went. Around midnight she took a cold shower. It helped to dispel the heat of unfulfilled desire but did nothing to wash the erotic images from her mind.It mortified her to think Cole had the excuse of being drunk whereas she had nothing to blame but her own self. How to explain her actions? She scrubbed a hand over her face.Stop it, Alyssa. Get your mind on something else.She continued the self-talk as she headed for the bathroom and turned on the shower.
