Road Trip Dreams

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It had been an especially long (long!) car ride.

Isaac’s eyelids drooped as they came within sight of the state line. Next to him, warm and unconscious, was Marcy. He didn’t dare look at her, because his newfound love for her lit up his features every time, prompting merciless teasing from the two gentlemen up front.

Not that he minded the teasing. He was thick-skinned; he could take it.

But it might wake her up.

So he simply snuck a hand under the blanket they shared and took hold of her soft fingers. She sighed in her sleep, and Isaac bit his lip. He tried to ignore how much he wanted to stroke her hair and face.

God, my mind is all over the place.

Suddenly, her green eyes turned toward his and he gave her a sideways grin. “Did I wake you up?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said very quietly. “Well, no, not actually. I was dreaming about you.”

“Oh really? What did I do? It was a good dream, right?”

She yawned, then nodded. Isaac couldn’t help but notice how her nose wrinkled when she yawned. He adored her when she did that. “You were sitting on the dock, singing that song…”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “'You’ve got a friend in me…'”

“Right. You were singing that. And then you turned to look at me, and you said, ‘I love you, Marcy. Wake up so I can kiss you properly.’”

Isaac grinned at her, not lowering his gaze for a moment. Her emerald eyes mesmerized him as much as her story did. “My dream-self knows how to play the game, huh?”

She gave him a devilish look.

“Maybe you can make my dream come true?”

Created: Aug 01, 2010


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