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curtains moving in my bedroom with the balmy breeze. The window was open and I knew I hadn’t left it that way. I never opened the windows.
                  As soon as that thought rushed through my mind, someone grabbed me from behind, wrapping one arm around my waist and putting their hand over my mouth with the other. I tried to scream, but it was to no avail. No one would hear me. I struggled against the intruder, but my small frame was no match for this beast of muscle. I kicked my legs about wildly, trying to land a target on the most special of areas, but even that didn’t work. I was too damn short!
                  I wormed and wiggled, trying to get the monster to loosen their grip. I kept hearing a voice, but it sounded muffled in my frantic state.
                  “Calm the hell down!” the man half-yelled and half-whispered. “I’m gonna let you go, angel, but you have to promise you won’t make a sound.”
                  Angel? Oh, hell no. It couldn’t be. My body went stick straight as my heartbeat raced even faster. I was about to have a panic attack when he began whispering soothing words in my ear.
                  “I’m not gonna hurt you, angel. You have to trust me.”
                  I wanted to believe him. I really did, but him being in my house, in the dark no less, at almost two o’clock in the morning set off warning bells. I hadn’t seen him in six long years. Why now?
                  “Promise you won’t scream?” he asked, calmly.
                  I nodded my head yes and he reluctantly turned me loose. I couldn’t help but notice the way his hand brushed the underside of my breast as he was letting go. He was still standing close, almost too close, as I could feel his muscular chest pressing against my back. I was afraid to turn around, but I had to. I had to look at the man that I had dreamed about for the last six years. The man I was still desperately in love with.
                  I took a deep breath and pivoted, keeping my eyes closed. I waited only a brief moment before opening them. I couldn’t help myself. I had stared at his picture for years; I’d talked to him, I’d uttered my dirty little secret, and I’d whispered my love for him countless times. I had always wondered what it would be like to do that in person, but now that he was here I was scared to death, and at a loss for words.
                  “Look at me, angel,” he whispered.
                  “Billy?” My breath caught in my throat and my knees went weak. Just before I hit the floor, Billy placed his hands under my arms and caught me. He carried me into the bedroom and gently set me on the side of the bed. I just stared at him and he stared back. It had been so long, but he still looked the same. He was still my Billy .
                  He knelt down, bracing his arms on either side of me, trapping me in. I couldn’t have run away even if I’d wanted to, which in that moment I didn’t. I was content to just stare into his mesmerizing green eyes that I’d missed so much and dreamt about almost every night. They usually haunted me, but not this time.
                  After what seemed like a lifetime, but couldn’t have been more than just a few seconds, Billy finally spoke. “Angel, I don’t have time to explain, but I need you to just trust me. Can you do that?”
                  I still hadn’t found my voice so I simply nodded my head yes. I wasn’t even sure what I was agreeing to. I was just so shocked that he was here; in my house and in my bedroom.
                  Billy stood and went to my walk-in closet. He pulled my suitcase from the top shelf and began yanking clothes from the hanger, shoving them into the case without refolding them. Long sleeve, short sleeve, jeans, and everything in between; it was all