- RAYA -
It takes awhile for my breaths to return to normal, especially being in the guest house with its two very familiar rooms where some of the best dream sex I've ever had went down. But after I eat two absolutely divine strawberry croissants and start unpacking a few of my things and putting them into the drawers and armoire in the loft, a slow peace gradually takes over.
This is a really beautiful place, and the familiarity of having my own things in it makes me relax. There is light coming in from every angle, and I have a view of the pool and the back of the house from the loft window. Sunlight glitters off of the pool water and dances every which way, and I feel it—the thing I was missing before—safety. I wasn't even aware that it was missing until I somehow found myself nestled in it here—in a stranger's home, oddly enough. Dex has done that for me.
