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Once back at her house, Arial jumped in the shower. She turned the heat all the way up, loving the feel of the hot water as it lessened the tension in her muscles.
A smile was on her face, and her heart wouldn't stop fluttering fiercely. It both surprised her and made her want to hide away. It was almost unbelievable, as if it were a dream.
The whole situation seemed surreal once she thought about it. It couldn't have been a real encounter, could it have been? Her face lifted towards the ceiling, the water pouring down her face, through her hair, and onto the shower floor. The drops were heavier than the ones that were sprinkling from the shower head.
The part that made her doubt it was just another dream was the fact that although the memory wasn't as vivid as it was when it happened, it didn't fade completely like after her dreams.
She could remember every detail, no matter how fuzzy the image was. In her dreams, the only thing she could remember, and remember vividly, was Kile. Not the Kile that she met earlier, but another one.
Even this Kile that she met today was a fuzzy image. That made the idea of her meeting him more palpable.
The name still sounded wrong. "Kile." Nope, the name didn't form well on her lips. She shook her head, splashes of droplets hitting the curtain and wall. Lathering her hair with shampoo, she scrubbed vigorously, thoughts still swarming her mind.
What was that memory that popped into her mind earlier? She racked her mind for it, but the memory was fuzzy, and she couldn't quite remember all of the details, like she could with the actual meeting.
What had conjured up that memory? And why did it seem so important to her? A knock sounded at her bathroom door, bringing her back to the present. Her movements had since ceased, and her long arms were dangling by her side. The water was turning cold, and she immediately called out. "Landon?"
Th soft answer came shortly after. "Yes. Hurry and get out of the shower now." There was a pause. "Have you forgotten the meeting that I have scheduled with my father for lunch? It is imperative that we aren't late."
Arial sighed, finishing her hair. Once the conditioner was put in and rinsed out, she scrubbed her body as fast as she could. She had forgotten the meeting. "I'm almost done." She said, turning off the now cold water.
She grabbed her fluffy goal and warmed herself with it, drying off. She dressed in the same outfit that she had put on earlier, and walked it of bathroom.
Landon was leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom door, his long blonde hair draping over his shoulder.
She grimaced as she looked at it. Why in the world did he have to insist leaving it long was the best choice? He did look great, but it was getting old. His look of disapproval didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Yes?" She asked, staring right into his blue eyes. She was aware that her hair was still wet and unbrushed, and that she didn't have any makeup on.
"Your hair and outfit." He pointed out, looking her up and down, seeing the rest of her. His eyes crinkled as they roamed over her choice of clothing. "Could you change into a better shirt?"
She only nodded, not in the mood for arguing. They have had a lot of that lately anyways. Walking past him, she went to her room, going to her closet. It was better to just comply than say something about it. She found nothing wrong with the green sweater. It was decent. She found a grey skintight shirt with a v neck and threw it on.
Her hair came next. She didn't dry it, but she did brush it and put it into a ponytail. Her green eyes were tired looking, and the purple bags under them were apparent. Arial didn't mind that. That's one thing that she wouldn't do for Landon.
Walking back out, she didn't see Landon in sight. This irritated her. She loved him, and felt a weird connection to him that was special. Kind of like Kile, but less eerie.
Yes, Landon, she felt, had a long connection to her. They had only known each other for two years, right around the time when the dreams started. Like Kile, still, she felt as if she had known him longer than she actually had.
That was what made her fall in love with him. Suddenly, a thought was retraced. In fact, the first dream had been right when she had met Landon. One look, and that night, it happened.
Arial was knocked out of her trance when she was jolted into the wall behind her, a body pressing flush against hers. It took her a moment to realize who it was. It was Landon. Right as that entered her mind, his lips pressed against hers, her falling into the movement with ease. It still didn't calm her thundering heart. It made it quicken.
Just as she was getting into it, he pulled back, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "I love how you did as you were told." He grinned his thin killed smile that she found charming.
Her irritation was now diminished, and she just chuckled at his antics. It didn't bother her because she was still feeling his touches.
Arial loved how he was always a gentleman when it came to opening doors for ladies. It was one of the many reasons that she fell for him. All the good outweighed the arguing that seemed to get more and more frequent.
He bowed as she went past. "Thank you!" She giggled, pecking him on the cheek.
"No problem, milady." He laughed back, hurrying to open the car door for her.
Her smile faded as the memory of the early morning flooded back to her. The man who dominated her every dream, and those words. Why, all of a sudden, did she feel like she did something wrong? She felt vile and sick.
At the same time, she didn't. It felt right, and brought a different smile to her face. This was a different feeling. One that she couldn't explain.
The driver door opened as Landon got in, and slammed when he was seated. The car ride was silent as they drove to his dad's house.
"Are you okay?" Landon asked, bringing her back.
Arial looked at him with large eyes, startled. "Nothing is wrong." She said. She cocked her head to the side. "What would make you think something is wrong?"
He bopped her in the nose, smiling. "You're out of it today. You look as if you haven't slept." He knew when something was wrong with her, but at this moment, he wasn't going to press the subject.
Without another word, they made their way into the large house, that had three floors. His dad was rich. Owned a line of businesses.
The meal itself was tense, and she didn't like it. She knew his father had a distaste in her, and she felt like it had always been like that. Like the other two, this man seemed familiar. He knew her, but it went deeper than that.
"Why don't you look well, Arial?" His dad asked, blonde hairs as long as his sons. He said it with a sneer.
"Dad, she looks beautiful." Landon said in a warning tone, draping an arm over her shoulders, kissing her on the head.
"Right." Thanders, Landon's father replied, letting the word hang in the air. It put some emphasis on what she confirmed. He turned around, walking down the long hallway to the kitchen. "This way."
Arial started to follow, but was held back. Landon forced her to look at him. "Don't mind him." It was the millionth time that Landon had told her this, and it was drilled into her. He gave her a quick kiss, and started to walk forward, keeping his arm around her shoulders.
She enjoyed the comfort of his clothed arm. He was the type of person to wear long sleeved man shirts, as she loved to call them, and dark jeans. The shirts defined his muscles. They were compact and firm to the look and touch. His shirt today was grey.
Snuggling closer to him, she ignored the subtle dirty look that his father was shooting her. Thanders had an air about him that made him seem big and important. It intimidated her at times.
The sight of the pizza almost made her drool. She couldn't wait to dig into it. As they got their ices and sat at the table, things were down to business. "Have you set the date yet?" Thanders asked, making Landon groan.
"Dad, not this again. Why?" The look he was shooting his father was an embarrassed one.
Arial felt uncomfortable. Shifting in her seat, she fumbled with her fingers. She had an idea of to what this was about.
"Because you are getting old, and to be frank, this is embarrassing. Do you see any of my friends with single children?" The look was sharp.
"It shouldn't matter. Let's talk about what we came here to discuss." Landon demanded, avoiding the subject.
Why was he? Those thoughts brought on questions, which occupied her time as they discussion was turned towards business.
Did he not love her? That wasn't it. She knew he loved her. The. What was it? Consumed by the thoughts, the ending of the visit came by unnoticed by her.
"Ready to go, Arial?" Landon asked, holding out an arm for her to take, which she gladly took.
"Looks like you caught an airhead." Thanders said under his breath, walking to put he pizza away.
She was led out before anything else could escalate. It was t that she was an airhead, she wasn't. It was the simple fact that she never could get a full nights sleep, and her thoughts during the day were occupied by her dreams also.
"Sorry." Landon apologized, but Arial didn't have it in her to answer.
She did anyhow. "Let's just go get the shopping done."
She couldn't wait until the day ended. This had drained her more than she cared for. And he did as he was told.