Would ya'll believe I got caught in the rain today? Man, it was raining like crazy and traffic was backed up, my ass had to walk into town, normally a 3-minute taxi took me 45 minutes to get home. This is Jamaica people, it shouldn't take that long to go nowhere!

So, I'm there walking, with my headphones on, trying to remember the notes to Alicia Keys' 'Like You'll Never See Me Again', and this black Nissan crawls past in the traffic. I realize it's this guy I've been seeing about the place every time I go for lunch at this food court near my office. I can't help but stare at him any time I see him; he's not what I usually look for in a guy – he has braids and earrings, and we're about the same height, but he's sexy nonetheless (he makes me think of fuckscent [thanks to McVampy]. I even saw him at the movies once, (with a woman, damnit) and I actually smiled at him. Pathetic huh? Anyways, this is my warped mind's spin on hoping that he'd have stopped and offered me a ride (even tho that same chick was with him in the car when he passed me in traffic.) Far be it for me to even consider infringing on another woman's man, but hey, a girl can dream right?

So here's my dream .. about the little things.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but naughty dreams about Edward Cullen. And those, I refuse to share. Stephenie Meyer is the genius who provided the blueprint for my fantasies.. hehehe.

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LITTLE THINGS

Prologue

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EPOV

I always thought Cupid hated me.

I always felt like he got kicks out of poking me with his arrows and then flittering off laughing. I wanted to rip those wings from his back and break his bow and arrow and then make a bonfire out of them, doing the happy dance on the ashes.

I'd been burned by love too many times.

I figured one day he'd get tired and leave me alone. I'd probably be a bachelor for life.

I wasn't expecting a kick when I was down though. Only Cupid would kick a man when he was down, and laugh maddeningly while he did.

Instead of a damned arrow, this deity of assholery speared me through the fucking heart. I never saw it coming. I'd given up on the butterflies, the nervous kisses, the hot sweaty sex – wait, that wasn't love. Scratch that.

I'd given up on my happily ever after.

My last three relationships bombed. Each shorter than the last, the longest being 19 months. I wanted to blame my job, but I couldn't. I figured if the woman loved me enough, she could understand and support me nonetheless. My mother did it with two kids and a career and she was still doing it. My parents have been married 31 years now, and damned if they don't act like newlyweds every time I see them. It makes my heart hurt.

So Cupid setting me up big time sucked majorly. Dude didn't even give me a fucking heads up or some pointers or something. Didn't even apologize for bullshitting me in the past. He just shoved me in her direction with nary a word.

And she was nothing I had ever hoped for. She was so far from my type I had to re-evaluate what my type was, quickly realizing that I'd never have need to think about that again.

She was everything I never knew I wanted. Just goes to show you, love was one mean son-of-a-bitch.

But now that I knew what it was. I wanted it even more so. And badly. I wanted her.

I never believed in love at first sight – or smell in my case. But I wanted this more than an addict wants crack, heroin, acid, whatever people are hooked on nowadays.

Funny thing was, I didn't even know her name.

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A/N. Well, damnit. I think I'll have to go back to dreamland and get freaky with them dreams. Reviews are almost as good as dreamland – it's damn good it see it.