He was giving her that look. The "I can't believe how beautiful she is" look. He looked so cute when he did that and not in his normal, smirking, football player way. It was sort of like she made him so disbelieving and innocent for a moment.
She loved how gentle and soft he was with her. He was usually rough all over. Tortured and closed off with his rough hands and closed off heart, but as he held her now it was as if he thought his touch might break her.
Those eyes. Oh those eyes with his long, dark lashes closing around them as he bent his head down to kiss her.
Lyla woke with a start. She remembered her dream perfectly for about ten seconds and then it got blurry, but she remembered enough to feel sick to her stomach.
He thought she hadn't seen him when he walked in and she was kissing Chris. She hadn't really. Just caught a glimpse of his long hair that always seemed to be wet and pouting face. She hadn't even put it together until she saw the flowers and not even then clearly.
She didn't fully get it until he invited her over and told her he loved her. She was glad he had seen her kissing Chris. That way he got the message.
Still, she couldn't help feeling bad. She cared about Tim and she could feel how hurt he was by it. Even if she had zero feelings for him.
"Or so I thought." She muttered thinking back to her dream and trying to fall back asleep, quietly hoping to see how it ended.