I'm Yours

Chapter One

There he was. In all his shirtless glory, sprinting towards me. It all felt strange for a moment. Because in reality it would never be me he was running to. But that's okay I can deal with having this dream over and over again. As I lay back on the warm sand and take in the cool breeze coming off of the ocean, I watch as he gets closer and closer to me. I look down at myself and I'm wearing an all white bathing suit, which again, in reality I would never own because it barely covers my breasts.

He is almost to me. I feel my mouth begin to water as I take in the dark marks that brand his perfectly tan skin. My chest is heaving and my palms are sweating and he is now hovering over me giving me that look that I feel means he wants to take me right here. Right now. He begins to say something but I can't hear anything over my loudly beating heart.

"Kira." He knows my name?

"Kira?" Why are my shoulders shaking?

"Kira, wake up sweetie." Wait why does he sound like my...

Of course. Of course it's this dream again. I've been having this dream everyday, since that day. And as much as I love this dream and as much as I want it to play out till the end with no interruptions, it will never happen. As if something like that would really happen to me.

"Kira." I hear my dads voice once again. I open my eyes and instantly regret it because the lights are really bright.

I groan and my dad just laughs. "Last time I checked, I didn't give employees nap time."

"Save it dad. I'm just tired." I sigh.

"I see that, just make sure you eat." He stares at my sandwich and I swear I see him grimace before he walks away. I stare at my sandwich next to me. It looks just as distasteful as it sounds, Nutella and honey ham. Don't ask me why I did it, I was half asleep when I made it this morning.

I check my phone and see that I have at least 15 more minutes of lunch left. I wrap up my sandwich and throw it away. There's no way in hell I'm eating that.

I set my head down on my folded arms and try to dream again. Of course it doesn't work, but part of me wished it did.

This time instead of my dad waking me up again, my phone did. I silently curse and check the screen of my phone. I see Amber's face flash across the screen and immediately press the red button. I am in no mood to speak to her after what happened last weekend.

It's been five minutes. I give up on trying to nap and make my way out of the lunch room and to the front of the office.

I've been working with my dad at his office since the summer after high school. He needed an assistant and after my horrific senior year, I needed a distraction.

A lot happened senior year, but I wont get into details about that just yet. But ever since then I haven't been on good terms with my mother. After several arguments, I finally got my dad to agree on me moving out. There's only so much a girl can take from her mother, and honestly I was over my limit. With my dad's help, I rented out an apartment close to Central Park (and by close I mean like five blocks away), it's not the best apartment but it's okay, small, comfy and importantly, affordable.

I take a seat at my desk and the office nurse, Lily, is on the phone. I laugh at her frustrated expression and tone. No one understands how much of a pain these patients can actually be.

The rest of the afternoon breezes by and we are now waiting for the last patient to come in. My stomach has been growling for the past three hours and I feel like I'm going to faint. I instantly regret not eating that disgusting sandwich.

"Is the next patient coming in or not?" I ask Lily. She sighs and just shrugs.

"Great. The waiting game..." I groan and as if on cue, the door buzzer goes off. I unlock the door and nearly pass out as I see the two guys walk through the door.