Layla was having another one of her dreams, and began breathing heavily. She tossed and turned, and suddenly stopped when the man who had been reoccurring in her dreams, suddenly appeared. The moment he started slowly walking towards her, her heart began beating faster, and slowly stepped back until she bumped into a tree. He had a look in his eye that made her nervous the closer he walked toward her not saying a word, and felt nervous as to what he was about to do.
She was feeling somewhat excited to finally get a closer glimpse of him, yet scared. As he approached her, he reached his hand out cupping the side of her face, and stared into her eyes. She felt mesmerized by the brightness of his blue eyes, and began to relax the longer he looked at her. She felt as if he was putting her into some sort of trance, and tried looking away from him "Who are you?" she asked, quietly and nervously.
He tilted his head to the side, turned her face back towards him and spoke in a voice that had chills running down her spine "I'm just a vision of your imagination." he replied. Without saying another word, he continued studying her as his head nodded from side to side.
Wanting to know who he was, and why he only appeared in her dreams, she placed her hand on top of his and suddenly felt electricity run throughout her body, causing her to stutter as she spoke "You come see me every night, why?"
He slowly inched his way closer to her and as he moved closer to her face, her breathing hitched and her eyes closed, thinking he was about to kiss her "When you wake up, you'll remember nothing." he spoke in her ear, she opened her eyes and gasped when she noticed his eyes turn darker in color.
She began hearing noises from afar, and watched how his eyes slowly rolled up, and partially turned his head to the side, acting like he was listening to the noises. He looked back at her and leaned into her ear, causing her breathing to stop as he spoke again "Wake up."
She opened her eyes while gasping for air, realizing she once again was only dreaming. What the fuck? she muttered quietly It seemed so fucking real she whispered while sitting up, and leaned her head against the headboard. She remembered the dream she was having, and him telling her that she wouldn't remember anything. He may have told her that he was only a vision of her imagination, but she didn't believe him, she felt he visited her outside her dreams as well. She looked over towards the window, got out of bed and walked over to the window and looked out, trying to see if he was nearby and not a part of her imagination.
When she didn't see anyone, she stuck her head out the window "You fucking coward!" she yelled, hoping he would show his face, and not only in her dreams. But just like she thought, he didn't. Feeling frustrated, she stomped her foot and crawled back into bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she was being crazy, and that this person in her dream was in fact only her imagination. She closed her eyes determined to figure out how to get him to come back, and fell back asleep.
Days went by since she had the dream about him. She was supposed to be getting ready to meet with her friends, but couldn't get him off her mind. She sat on her bed thinking about him, asking for him to show his face one more time. She slowly got up, took a shower and began getting ready to head out.
She was getting ready to walk out the door when she smelled a familiar scent and quickly turned around "Hello?" she asked hesitantly, and began walking around, looking all around her as she walked. She didn't know what she was looking for, what the smell was, or where it came from, all she knew was that it smelled familiar and couldn't place where she had smelled the scent before. "You're here, aren't you?" she asked, as she continued looking around her while checking the rooms out.
Not getting a response, she shrugged her shoulders and headed out the door. She walked towards her car, and kept looking behind her as she walked until she ran into her car, her heart stopped and screamed, thinking she ran into someone. She snapped her head around, and felt like an idiot when she realized it was her car she ran into.
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Thirsty Temptations
RomanceTrying something different than my normal romance stories. Although, this will still be a romance story! Layla Kinglsey had dreams of a man for 18 years, he appeared in them nearly every night. She often wondered if her dreams were premonitions, bei...