I try to look around and get my bearings. I'm drawn through the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. The back door opens and I am out on the deck. There he is, his broad shoulders and thick dark hair. His muscles rolling under his tan skin. I am standing behind him raising my hand to touch his shoulder. The sun breaks through the trees, blinding me. The wall of his chest is so close, his chiseled jaw and his heart stopping smile. His hand cups the back of my neck and the other wraps around my waist, drawing me in. I can feel his warm breath on my lips and I anxiously await his kiss. I woke in a cold sweat. Tears threatening again. I grabbed my ring finger with my right hand to yank off Mark's ring, and realized I didn't even bring it home with me. I suppose I was so anxious to get away from Luke that I forgot to put it in my bag. That was three nights in a row that I had slept without it. The first two nights I didn't dream of him, but this time he was there again.
