The Man Of Her Dreams

The chaotic world around her stilled and blurred.

All sound droned out, all other existence ceased to exist.

Her eyes fixated on one man only, the man of her dreams.

Skyla seemed to have been transported back nine years ago. The very night she had met him for the first time. For he looked the same.

Same costume, same get-up, same hair and same eyes.

He emerged on the stage, striding forward on his infinitely long legs. For the briefest of seconds, their gazes collided.

Her dazed one with his savvy one, a hint of mischief cooly simmered under his.

If she could see his face she would know there was a profound smirk playing on it.

He had cleverly planned it and perfectly executed it just to see her reaction.

By God, she didn't disappoint.

The tint of mahogany he so loved was decorating her cheeks as her mouth lay open giving him the view of her pearly whites.