4- When You Say You Love Me

He made his way into Rodi's, making his way to a far table. He ordered a drink, watching, his eyes glued to the bar. She seemed carefree, a smile on her face that could have lit up a runway. She caught his gaze, stepping closer to him. Almost every pair of eyes in the room fell on her, but it was obvious where her attention was.

She shot him a glance, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. He nodded in her direction, eyes connection as she moved closer to him. Was this it? he thought. He wasn't expecting anything, although he yearned for it.

She took a seat at the table, in front of him, flipping her hair back, leaning forward. They both said nothing. It was as if there was silence all around them. He reached his hand out tentatively, finger gliding gently over the back of her hand, which flipped over, palm now upwards, fingers closing around his hand.

Their eyes caught again. It was electric, the connection they had without a single vocal exchange. Jealous eyes stared at them but it didn't matter. He had been watching her for what seemed like forever. He was ready. Ready to give up the ghost in a manner of speaking. To allow himself to love again. He could only hope that she was prepared to do the same.

He could hear her whispering. Her voice was breathy, airy, and he had to strain to hear her, just barely making out the words, but seeing her lips, swearing that she said she loved him.

He couldn't believe it. Did she mean what she said? Did she love him? He wanted to respond, but it was almost like a tease with her. She ran her fingers across his cheek, down his chest as she stood, crossing behind him before heading back to the bar.

He leaned back with a lazy smiled, tilting his head back shutting his eyes for a moment, imagining her, envisioning everything about her. Every curve, every detail.


John stirred, eyes opening slowly. He let out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling. He pushed himself up partially, taking a deep breath. It was a dream, he thought. Just a dream.

The thunder rumbled outside as he looked over at the clock, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and standing. He threw his clothes on quickly and grabbed his keys, heading for the door.