Here You Come Again
She drove in silence, not even music to keep her company. It was only years of going to the same place that got her safely to the hair salon. In a daze she made it to the chair, barely engaged in small talk, simply stared into the mirror. His words on a constant loop. "I want more. I want all of you, Laura."
All of these years, it was all she'd ever wanted to hear. And now he'd said them, just when she had her life together. Perhaps Ellen was right, he was just toying with her, trying to keep her at his beck and call.
Then she remembered the kiss. She reached up, trailing her fingers across her lip, the one he'd traced with his tongue. That hadn't been planned. He'd kissed her, and she'd responded. Not just responded, had wanted more.
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to push it from her mind. She couldn't do this, not to Franco and not to herself. She had made a commitment and one kiss, no matter how good it had been, was going to destroy what she had. She breathed deeply, willing the memory of his words and the feel of his kiss to the dark recesses of her mind.
"Laura…Laura" Her eyes opened meeting the worried gaze of her stylist. "Did you still want to go shorter?"
Different words played in her head, "It's longer; I like it." Without even thinking about it, she shook her head, smiling. "No, let's leave it longer."
Here you come again
Just when I'm about to get myself together
You waltz right in the door, just like you've done before
And wrap my heart 'round your little finger
Here you come again
Just when I'm about to make it work without you
You look into my eyes and light those dreamy eyes
And pretty soon I'm wonderin' how I came to doubt you
All you gotta do is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you and in a little while
You're messin' up my mind an' fillin' up my senses
Here You Come Again - Ms. Dolly Parton