Tomorrow turned out to be just over three hours later. Her gentle ringtone brought her out of her dream and into a cold reality. She looked at the clock and it was gone two in the morning. Who on earth would be rude enough to call this late at night she thought to herself. She pushed her hair back from her face and through squinted eyes looked at the caller ID. She didn't recognise the number but she picked up anyway, to tired to care and ready to give an earful to the person on the other end of the receiver. She didn't hear anything but a soft breathing and the pitter patter of rain.
"Ally?" She heard someone whisper. Barely loud enough to hear but she would recognise that voice anywhere even in her dreams.
"Dylan?" She knew it was him but she asked anyway.
"Yeah, look out of your window." She did as she was told, wrapping her fluffy purple dressing gown around her. Barely visible, as the landing light shone dimly, she could see him standing on the porch. His hair flattened across his forehead from the autumn rain and his jaw clenched. She held the phone tighter to her face and sighed. He was truly beautiful.
"Dyl, it's nearly three in the morning." She reminded him. "What are you doing here?" He didn't respond. Her heart swelled. She didn't care that it was so late, she was pretty sure he could disturb her whenever he felt and she wouldn't be bothered.
"Is your Mum home?" He asked.
"Yeah, she's asleep in the front room." By the window which he stood next to. She wouldn't be surprised if her Mum had heard him. They were so close and her mum was a light sleeper. She watched as Dylan began to back away from her house. He must have been thinking the same.
"I'm going to go round back, open the back door, then I can come straight up." He instructed.
"What? No. Dyl you can't come in." She knew what would happen if he did and she would not let that happen. Her mother was asleep directly below them for heavens sake.
"Al, I've just finished work. I'm cold and wet and just want to be warm. Please Al?" He pleaded. "I just need to see you." That last bit she was sure she heard but she couldn't be so sure. He had spoken so quietly he could have been telling her anything. Work? She must have misheard that too. They had been at the pub just four hours earlier having a drink together. Who goes to work at eleven at night.
"Work? What? I don't understand."
"Just let me up Al." She looked down from her window and he was nowhere to be seen. He must have climbed over her back fence into her garden. Something he had become a professional at from back when he used to sneak in to her home when they were younger.
Without making a sound she tiptoed down her stairs and saw his silhouette through her back door. She pulled her dressing gown tighter around her. She found the key under the cookie jar and unlocked the door. He didn't move. He just stared at her. The spitting rain soaking through his clothes, a drop caught on his upper eyelash. He looked exhausted and she wanted nothing more than to pull him inside and sink into him but she didn't move either. She hugged herself tighter instead.
"Ally?" The word hung between them with unspoken promises. In one swift move he was inside and she was in his arms. His wet clothes pressed against her bringing in a cold chill. She breathed in his scent, the smell of rain and sea salt filled her lungs and she wondered what sort of work he had been doing. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips then guided her confidently up the stairs to her old bedroom. She wasn't surprised that he remembered where her room was. In the last few years in which she lived here he had spent just as much time cooped up in her small bed as she had. He pulled her inside and lightly closed her bedroom door. He lifted her chin with one finger and brought her gaze up to his. He lowered his face to hers and gently kissed her. With his weight he pushed her against her bedroom door, the force driving the air out of her lungs, the kiss becoming more urgent. This felt like home. Surrounded by her old belongings with her world focused entirely on him. She pulled at the bottom of his wet top. He got the hint and with one hand he grasped the cold fabric and peeled it over his head. She placed her hand on his chest and was surprised at how warm he was. She wanted to touch him everywhere. She ran a hand through his hair and was sprinkled with droplets of rain. His hands slid down from her face across her soft curves and stilled at her arse. He firmly squeezed and pulled up, forcing her harder into his chest.
