Ever now and again I have a dream so vivid, so affecting, that I have to write it down. I’ve decided to take some of these dreams and share them.

Details will likely be altered by my waking mind, but the overall image will stay true to the dream.

I hope you enjoy!

A Song for You

His voice caught my attention first, smooth and silky, bringing the buzzing crowd to rapt silence.

I looked across the crowded cafeteria to see Thomas singing, his friends gathered around him. He was smiling, almost radiant.

It felt like I was seeing him for the first time.

I’d know Thomas a while, even knew he liked me, but had never considered him. Not seriously. Not with Zane hanging around, dark, handsome and brooding.

But tonight it was like a veil had been lifted. I could see Thomas, really see him. I could see the way his shirt clung to his chest–which I knew for a fact was pleasantly muscular–the sleeves hugging his bulging biceps. And though I tried not to, I couldn’t help but notice the jeans cascading off his trim waist, loose except for where they curved around his backside.

And then he looked at me.

My face turned crimson as I continued to stare. I was electrified. Mesmerized. And though shame burned through me, I couldn’t look away.

It was only a glance on his part. But in just one breath of time, it turned into something more. He held my stare. I must have forgotten how to breathe in that moment.

Not him. He kept on singing, a twinkling growing in those eyes. Had they always been so rich a gold?

The song ended, and the crowd erupted into applause and hoots. Thomas thanked everyone for listening, went out of his way to make everyone feel included, but his attention never strayed far from me.

I took a deep breath, expecting the spell to have broken. Nothing more than a moment. A twist of time. Right?

But my heart kept drumming to the silent beat he’d left there.

The crowd called for more, so he began a new song. Thomas wove his way carefully through the crowd, somehow not ignoring anyone. Yet I could still feel his burning gaze, an intensity and focus that buzzed through me.

And then he was standing in front of me, holding out his hand.

I took it and stood. Every nerve tingled with anticipation. He spun me around, as he’d done with other women, and turned back to the crowd.

Of course. It was foolish of me to think he’d notice any difference. He was, after all, performing for a crowd.

But he turned back again, an odd look on his face, as if torn between decisions. He knew how I felt. I’d told him often enough to ensure that he didn’t get the wrong idea.

Something broke, his decision made, and he grabbed my hand, leading me away from my table and through the crowd. He finished his song, bowed, and ushered me into the hallway.

We were only a few steps out when he turned, backing me up to the wall, one hand still in mine, the other on the cool concrete by my head. His eyes searched mine. I was breathless, waiting, suddenly so unsure. Was this a mistake? What would happen next?

One thing was certain. There was no going back.

The end.

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