hot bubble bath. I strip off my jeans and Lliam ’ s shirt. It still smells of him. I climb into my garden bath tub, light some candles around the edge, lay my head back and start daydreaming of Lliam.
Chapter 9: The day dream
I ’ m in a gorgeous eighteenth century style wedding gown. I am walking down a trail through the center of a beautiful meadow. There is about five hundred people split up on both sides of the trail. Lliam is standing in a tuxedo ahead, next to a preacher. He is smiling the most beautiful, inviting smile I have ever seen. I walk to the alter. When it is my turn to say I do I say “ Lliam, I need you. Yes, I do. ”
I am brought out of my conscious dreams by my bathroom door opening. No, it can ’ t be, I know I locked my door. I lift my head to see Lliam standing in the doorway to my bathroom, smiling like in my day dream. “ Victoria, I … forgive me for coming in unannounced. I hope you don ’ t mind, but I … uhhh … I sense you wanting me. I didn ’ t know why so I just wanted to make sure that you are ok. I see that your alright now, I an leave. I ’ ll see you tomorrow Victoria. ”
Lliam ’ s P.O.V
It is about 8.00 P.M. I am sitting at my desk doing some royal paperwork when my mind pick something up. Victoria. Generally, I cannot hear thoughts unless I am looking directly at the person. This is so strange. “ Lliam I need you ” . Why does she need me? I hope that she is ok. I have to go … now. I jump into my car and speed to Victoria ’ s house. Shit! It is locked. I ring her phone, no answer. I ’ m getting worried. I pick the lock and walk into her house. It is dark and quiet. I can barely here her thoughts.
“ Lliam, I need you. I do. ” “ You may kiss the bride ” .
What? She must be dreaming, but dreaming of me, a wedding? I follow the faint sound of her thoughts, shocked that I am even hearing them at all. I get to the bathroom door, it is closed. I should just got I think to myself. No, I have to see her. I feel something pulling me in her direction and it is strong. It resembles the fiery sensation when I touch Victoria. I have to ask my mum about this later. I slowly open the door. Victoria is laying in the tub, covered in bubbles; lavender and vanilla scents fill the air. Candles are flickering all around her in the dim lit bathroom. She looks surprise to see me, though I can ’ t blame her.
I explain to her why I came and she wasn ’ t even surprised when I told her I that I sensed her asking for me, saying she needs me. When I told her that I would leave, she opened her eyes wide and sat up quickly in the tub, fully nude. Bubbles are running down her next and bare breasts. “ No! I mean, please, stay Lliam. Stay the night with me … uhhh … please. ”
I tell her that I will stay. Though I ’ m shocked that she actually wants me to. I retrieved a towel from a shelf in the corner of her bathroom, and held it out to her. She dries off and slips into her robe. I follow her into the kitchen where she fixes us some tea. She really is the most enticingly beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. I notice that the bite I gave her has formed the shape of a heard and has scarred over. That is strange. The bite marks usually disappear pretty quickly. Wait a minute, my mom has one just like that on her neck. I have always assumed that it was a tattoo! There has to be something that I am missing. I will ask her tomorrow while Victoria is at work.
We are sitting at her kitchen table, it is now about 9:30 P.M. She is staring at me like she wants to tell me something. I start to read her thoughts, but decided I would let her say it aloud. “ What is wrong Victoria. ” I say, trying to get her to say whatever it is she is