As soon as I was in the car and heading to work, I dialed Jane’s number.
“Hey Lila, what’s up?”
“I dreamed about him again.”
“Really? That’s so weird! And you swear you’ve never met this person?”
“I swear! It’s crazy, right? I’m starting to think it really is just a stupid dream and it doesn’t mean anything except maybe the two shots of vodka I had last night.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been dreaming about him since you were a kid. That has to mean something, doesn’t it?
“When I was sixteen and stupid, I sure thought so, but now I just don’t know.”
I could hear the music the second I got out of the car and it made me feel even more miserable. All I wanted was a glass of wine, a bath and a book, but Jane was so excited about her new house, I just couldn’t let her down.
She opened the door before I could even knock and dragged me inside. “God, it’s good to see you. These people are so boring!”
“I thought these people were your friends…” Laughing, I let her drag me into the kitchen where the noise wasn’t quite as bad.
“They’re Roger’s friends. Some of the new neighbors have shown up too. What do you want to drink?”
She gave me a look but proceeded to open up a bottle. I set her gift on the table and headed toward her bedroom to drop my purse.
“Excuse me, could you…?”
I turned at the sound of the man’s voice behind me and gasped. My heart started fluttering in my chest and my mouth went dry. Was it possible?
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Good for me, a coherent sentence. There was no way to keep my voice from shaking, though.
“I was going to ask where the restroom was, but… Have we met?” He looked almost as dumbfounded as I felt.
“No, I don’t think so, but…” I let my voice trail off because what I was going to say was ridiculous.
He smiled and reached out his hand. “I’m Matt.”
Smiling and shaking, I reached out my hand and gently laid it in his. “I’m Lila.”
The second our eyes locked and our skin touched, I knew I’d finally come home.
#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is: “In your eyes I’ve found the missing pieces.”
I have to say that it was a nice change to write a cheesy love story for once. Thanks again for the prompt, Marquessa!