CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
EDWARD'S POV
The curtain had taken care to move a little to allow the morning light to pierce through the window to awaken me. I groaned frustratingly. It seemed all the elements in the universe had joined forces to torment me.
Without opening my eyes, I let my hands wander to the side of the bed where Roxanne was supposed to be but felt no one. But she was here a while ago, or was it all a dream?
Certainly, some of it must have been real. The honey-tasting pink elevated dots on her twin oranges and the little opened cave seen when the two human locomotor machines had parted. They had to be real.
I thought I had passed the age where wet dreams were a frequent occurrence. Why then did it always find a way to implant itself in my dream?
