The morning Amanda awoke from her sleep and sighed contently at the dream that she had just had. Thomas came by to visit and the day was made memorable by his presence.
It was then that flashes from the dream she actually had began to come back to her. Thomas wasn't in her dreams instead there stood a tall man with his back to the light so his whole front was impossible to make out.
Amanda looked straight at the wall clock and saw that i was only a little passed five in the morning. When she turned onto her left side she saw seven snow white roses tied together with a silk red ribbon and standing out from the rest in the center of them was a dark red rose. Besides the table was a note written in Thomas's beautiful scroll handwriting. She reached out for it thinking she was making things up when the bathroom door opened and Thomas walked out unaware that she had woken up. He was buttoning up his shirt and before he did the last one Amanda caught sight of his bare chest, her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat.
Thomas raised his head and found her staring at him.
' this is definitely not a dream.' She thought to herself.
He gave a little smile and walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed facing her.
" I hope I didn't wake you?"
To this she shook her head in disagreement. His eyes went to the table where the note he planed to leave for her to read later was placed. His handsome features were once more made even more so when he smiled widely.
"I had planned for you to read that after I left but guess I'm busted. Im sorry I have to leave do early, I had wanted to stay longer but -"
" Don't worry I understand. Besides you the morning traffic is the worst palace to get stuck in if you want to beat that you'll have to leave early. Stop apologising already."
His looked deep into her eyes and she looked into his, lost in the hypnotising deep blue irises.
" You've always been so understanding and never asked for much. Always... different from the rest of the women out there. You are kind, smart and loving, the perfect girl. Sometimes I feel I don't deserve you." His voice rang with honesty and he held her hands in his.
If only he knew how much Amanda told herself the exact same thing about him. How she didn't deserve him, colour rushed to her cheeks and her reaction made him laugh gently.
Before she knew it he leaned in and his lips were in hers. Amanda gasped softly, his lips were soft and tasted sweet on hers. His hand cradled her cheek and with his other he slide to hold the small of her back. Amanda had no idea for how long they stayed this way but when a knock sounded at the door, Thomas didn't rush to break the kiss.
He took his time pulling back from her and looking at the flushed face.
" Don't stop doing that." He said to her, his voice held a hint of huskiness and when she registered a confused expression her specified, " Your reaction to when we kiss, or when I hold you, or touch you."
He held her gaze the whole time he spoke these words. When he stood he did so reluctantly and called for the nurse to enter. He then strapped his bag over his chest and bent to kiss her forehead before saying his goodbyes and walking out the door. He promised to see her as soon as possible and Amanda held onto that promise as though her dear life depended on it.
The nurse was the same from the other day, Opal. she went about her morning routine of helping Amanda get cleaned up and checking her vitals for later report when the doctor came in.
" So how was you evening?" Opal asked being polite.
" It was alright thank-you." Amanda answered.
" Just 'alright'? Wow you've really got high expectations huh?" Opal gave a short laugh.
It took some time for Amanda to fully understand what Opal meant and when she did her face turned as ripe as a red tomato.
"What!"
She imediatly raised her hands and shook her head to help the nurse understand her situation.
" No, no, no it's not what you think, me and him weren't doing anything like that at all -"
"Amanda chill out. Don't worry even, if you were I wouldn't blame you. He is way cuter than anyone ive ever dated. You are one lucky girl, a handsome stranger to rescue you and a hot guy for a boyfriend. " Amanda had flashes of her dream sweep through Her mind again. Opal seemed to be lost in her own thoughts for a while before she snapped out of it.
" Oh right here is the medication your supposed to take this morning."
She popped two pills from the medication that was on Amanda's prescription. Amanda took these and was latter helped back into bed so as not to put too much pressure on her other leg where she had twisted her ankle.
Amora came to visit later in the day at lunch and the two ate together making easy conversation. of course the first thing that Amanda's sister. noticed was the vase that now held the roses Thomas had brought and the chocolate box which now sat on the second shelf of the table next to the bed and was half empty already.
" Wow, he's not half bad is he? Well if he treats you good then I have no problem with him." She smiled sweetly." But if he dare go behind your back and do anything to anger you I shall beat him dead and drag him to the depths of hell!" Her siter wore a vicious expression and fires raged in her eyes which changed again to a cheerful one without effort.
" Otherwise he is safe now."
Amanda's face went black and a sweat formed, who knew sweet Amora had a scary side. Enough give Amanda goosebumps all-over.
The following days went by with visits from Suzy and a few other people that Amanda was friendly with at work, usually around lunch breaks from work or knocking off hours. During her free time Amanda worked on her presentation perfecting it and making sure there wasn't a hair out of place.
In the evenings she worked on her novel drawing her inspiration from Thomas and her self's relationship. It was a romantic novel after all, so why not throw in a little of her own love.
Her dreams were always full of the stranger that had saved her, however hard she tried she couldn't forget him. He constantly found his way into her thoughts at the most unexpected moments.