All the partying had to be doing a number on her psyche, that is what it had to be. Why else would visions of this man she had never met before be dancing around in her head. She had to control her hand to keep it from shaking as she took the book from him. When his hand touched hers as she took the book it was all she could do not to gasp, it felt like electricity short from his body to hers, visions poured into her mind almost overlapping she couldn’t keep them straight.
Smiling, pouring, dancing and laughing, poetry and song and when she finally had the courage to ask him to dance with her among the nymphs and muses. Secrets and hot checks, the feel of his hands on her skin.
Emberlynn took a deep breath sinking into the chair next to him, not sure in her legs could hold her much longer. It took all she could to clear her mind as her eyes turned to the journal in her hands, she didn’t need to look at it, she knew it was the same. But she opened it anyway. “Y-yes… it’s the same…” her voice faltred however and her eyes fell on something else, she looked up at him in shock “Wait… are you seriously J. Gatsby?”