C37 On a good note

The next morning, I again woke to the smell of coffee. Pleasant, I thought. Brian again. So thoughtful......

I pulled the sheet up over my head for a second. "Good heavens, I didn't really...did I?" I whispered to myself. But the disheveled linens on the other side of the bed assured me that the mental images of myself and Brian in a steamy, torrid embrace were no fantasy. No dream