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is actually home, the door opens.
    Jaylah opens the door, wide eyed and looking confused. When she sees me standing on her porch, a look of realization crosses over her. She immediately wipes the sleep from her eyes, and runs her fingers over her hair. I smile to myself, she looks beautiful. She obviously just woke up and her hair is a mess.
    "I'm sorry to wake you. Is it still okay for me to be here?"
    "Of course, I'm so sorry. I fell asleep on the couch and... well you just woke me up," she smiles at me. "Please come in."
    She opens the door wider and waves me in.
     

    I was having such a wonderful dream about Trevan and me. He had me in his arms and was about to kiss me. When I hear this knocking, then pounding. I get up very irritated with whomever is at my door, when I open it to see that it's Trevan. I'm completely at a loss, am I still dreaming? When it hits me that he was coming over here at eight. I feel like such an asshole, standing here staring at him. I start thinking about what I must look like and fidget with myself, when he breaks the silence.
    As he is talking, I can't get my dream out of my head. I must sound stupid when I answer him, and finally invite him in. He looks around the living room, as I turn on some lights.
    "Can you excuse me for a moment?"
    "Sure," he replies as he smiles at me.
    As I run upstairs, I see him move my afghan to the side and sit down. I run into my bathroom, look at myself and could die. My hair is sticking up all over the place and you can see a line of dried drool on the side of my cheek. I mean seriously, kill me now.
    I fix myself up as best as I can, making sure to brush my teeth. I rip off my sweatpants and tank top. I put a pair of my best jeans, that make my ass look great. Not knowing what top to wear, I decide to wear one that Anne gave me, a black form fitting sweater.  When I look at myself in the mirror, I look pretty damn hot, if I may say so myself. I chuckle and realize I have been up here to long.
    I hurry downstairs to still see him sitting on the couch, flicking through the channels on the TV. He looks good in my house, I have only seen him dressed in a suit. He looks even better in a casual pair of jeans and what looked like an Irish grey sweater, with a black shirt under it. I was never attracted to a man that dressed so nice. Usually I don't like it, but on him I couldn't get enough.
    I had been standing on the last step for awhile, staring at him. When he turns to me and smiles. I smile back, walked into the living room.
    I clear my throat, "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea, water, wine or beer?"
    "A beer would be great."
    I nod and head to the kitchen, when I realize he is right behind me. I go to the refrigerator and look to see what I have. I like to drink a variety of things, depending on my mood. I turn to him, with the frig still open.
    "Would you like, a Bud Light, a Killians, or a Molson Canadian?"
    "Wow, you have quite the variety. I would love a Killians thanks," he smiles at me and shakes his heading.
    "Yeah I know. I'm Canadian and you know how we like our beer." I take out a Killians for him and a Molson for me. I hand it to him and our fingers touch lightly. I smile and look away from him, knowing that I am blushing. That damn dream I was having, keeps playing through my head. "Do you mind if we sit out on my patio? I want to have a smoke, and I don't like to in the house, if I can help it."
    "Yeah, sure."
    He follows me outside, I turn on the lights before I sit down. I have strings of white lights, along and wrapped around the legs of the fabric gazebo, that covers my table and chairs. It lights up the patio nicely and looks beautiful. We both take a seat and light a cigarette.
    "Your yard is beautiful," he replies as he takes out his notepad and pen. He sets it next to his beer on the table.
    "Thanks. I can't take all the credit. Most of this was done by my mother and my friend, Anne."
    He nods his head and continues to smoke.