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eyes, I see her. Is this girl real? She can’t be a vision in my dreams. She has to be real. No fucking way.
    I immediately rub the tattoo on my arm. Months after my initial dream, I got a tattoo of the angelic goddess. There had been this agonizing need in my gut, telling me to do it. After the back and forth with my good sense, I gave in. I was young and impulsive and just had to do it. To this day, I don’t know what it means, but it felt right to have it on my arm.
    I set my glass down on the table and walk from the office. As I descend the stairs, I keep my eyes solely on her body. She’s looking around, smiling an innocent, happy smile. When she moves a beer bottle up to her lips, I’m instantly drawn to them. I want to kiss those lips, possess them with my mouth.
    Tim is working at a rapid pace to keep up with the demanding customers when I walk up to the bar. I lean back against the wall and look only at her. Then… she sees me. We are in a retinal showdown, and I refuse to look away as she stands up straight and starts tugging on the bottom of her dress, pulling it down. The corner of my mouth rises as her friends join her.
    The shattering of glass gets my attention, and I snap my head in the direction of the chaos. Jose, the guy hired to keep the bar stocked, has dropped an entire case of beer, breaking nearly every bottle.
    I fully turn my body and glare at him. “Clean that fucking mess up before someone falls.”
    Jose scurries off and promptly returns with a trashcan, mop, and broom, cleaning up the mess immediately. When I feel it’s successfully done, I look back to the goddess in black who’s still standing at the railing of the balcony.
    I can’t help myself. I need to know who this woman is, and after seven fucking years of dreaming of her, I need to know I’m not losing my goddamn mind. I raise my hand and motion for her to walk over. She startles and looks to her friends. When the short one in the pink dress points to my girl, I nod, smiling the entire time. I’m finally able to meet her.
    She’s in a debate with her friends, but then, when she looks back at me, I see a faint nod, telling me she’s coming. The next thing I know, she’s slowly walking down the stairs, grasping the hand rail firmly, eyes fastened to mine. I move out from behind the bar and walk toward her, my heart pounding violently, knowing I’ve been waiting for this moment for the last seven years.
    Will this be like my dreams? Will I walk to her and she will disappear without a trace? If that happens, I will go to the head doctor and see what the hell is wrong with me. I’m too young to be going crazy.
    All this time, I’ve been convincing myself she was only an illusion, but as we close the gap between us, I realize I have been very much mistaken. She is alive, and her curvy, tight body, the perfect hourglass figure, is walking toward me. The strands of her rich brown hair are swept over to the side in a cascading braid. The dress. Oh, my God, the black, tight dress seems to be the very one she was wearing the night I first dreamed of her. She looks outstanding in that damn dress.
    The gap is now closed and there she stands, confidant yet nervous. When I reach my hand up and she takes it, her touch is real. I’m not losing my mind. She is really here. The woman’s skin is warm and smells faintly of perfume.
    With my lips itching to touch her, I raise her hand and kiss her knuckles. It’s a forward move, but I plan to be much more forward when I get her alone in my office. I’ve been dreaming about fucking this woman for the last seven years, and tonight, I will finally make that dream come true.
     
     
     

 

     
     
     
    M ariah
    I am trying with all of my effort not to tremble when I place my hand in his. Now that I’m close to him, I can really see him. He is breathtaking. His eyes are as I thought, black orbs of boiling desire tucked behind thick, long eyelashes. His chiseled jaw is covered in a soft,