As much as she tried to remind herself of the previous flops when it came to relationships, the spark of eternal hope surged into a small flame, one that refused to extinguish easily. Perhaps that persistent belief that the man of her dreams could land in her life at the drop of a hat spurred her to write romance novels. After all, she could pour out her fantasies and wishes on the computer screen, giving her a tiny glimpse for what could be for those blessed to find a deep, everlasting love. If she couldn't experience it personally, she could live vicariously through her writing. She checked her watch and sighed. Twenty more minutes until she could clock out and run away with Spoon for the evening. He opted to pick her up after work, then go out on their second date, mischievously hedging about their destination and his intentions, simply reassuring her that she would enjoy the adventure. So far, he didn't disappoint on their first date or the limited conversations since. Spoon. The image of his muscular body and lip licking gorgeous looks came to mind.
