The next morning, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminated the entire bedroom.
Timothy woke up from his sensual dream and opened his eyes. After a few seconds of confusion, everything gradually became clear to him.
Everything that happened the previous night poured into his mind and the extreme pleasure was simply unforgettable. His hands then instinctively reached to the side as if to grab something but he came up empty-handed.
Timothy frowned and glanced around him.
He was the only one on top of the bed. Samantha was nowhere to be seen inside the bedroom.
He clearly remembered spending a wonderful and pleasant night with Samantha, so where could she be then?
None of that was a sensual dream, was it?
Timothy's eyes sank suddenly and he lifted the blanket. He grabbed the bathrobe beside him and put it on as he strode out of the room.
Samantha came toward him as soon as he stepped out of the room.
