AISLYN

I stare at the shut door in puzzlement. Dyer’s behavior today is quite strange.

First, it's the upset look on his face like someone got him angry.

Secondly, the way he looked at me with longing reminded me of the night we made love.

I couldn't stop the goosebumps from rising on my skin when he held my face and brushed it gently.

He seems to be back to his old self, there was no shouting or argument when we talked earlier.

The conversation went quietly and smoothly. I can't ...