But he hardly noticed her hiding. Instead, the same images that played in her mind were haunting his. That same seduction of dancing to ethereal music played by the finest musicians to have ever lived, of bodies moving together, moving closer, of skin and lips and finally finger nails and love bites finishing in ecstasy.
"I do," he murmured, his heart racing. "It came from our dreams. Our dreams." That seemed a meaningful distinction. At least to him. Although he didn't know why it mattered so much. As he saw it, one of two things would come of this meeting. They would either realize that they were in fact the other half of each other's whole that apparently they'd both been dreaming of most of their lives, have a whirlwind romance and end up together for all eternity. Or, they'd realize they were sharing delusions and run from each other screaming.
Or, maybe a third option. They'd go to bed and find out that though they may have a connection in their dreams, it didn't manifest in the bedroom and part ways.
He was hoping for the first. Which was odd, because he'd never wanted anything long term before with a girl.
Although, maybe it wasn't odd. Maybe he'd been waiting all this time for THIS girl.
And maybe, he was building this up to much in his head and he should just order some seafood and let the future take care of itself.