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“Intense?”

“Yeah. They uhm…”

“Close your eyes and just spit it out.”

“I dreamt that you had come to my house and took me up to my room and we…”

“What?”

I thought I could get away with skipping over a few parts, but no. He wanted to hear the whole thing. “In my dream, I was taking a bath and went downstairs to see who was pounding on the door. When I looked out the peephole, it was you.” I recounted the dream and watched his face for a reaction.

“So you had a sex dream about me.”

“What? Where did that come from?” I half smiled.

“You just described a very detailed sex dream. How was I?” he smiled.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“My mother woke me up.”

“Your mother interrupted us?”

“No, she woke me up. Apparently, I was screaming very loud.”

“Really? Then I guess I was good.” He teased.

I playfully socked him. “I don’t know about that.”

He kissed me on the cheek. “Mon amour, it’s clear this is symbolic of something.”

“Like what?”

“I would venture to say, it was about me meeting your family.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Think about it. I went to your house, demanding entry.”

I covered my mouth. “Oh, my God.”

“Your mother had to wake you up before we could…”

“Oh, my God. You’re right.”

“I think once I meet your family, the dreams will stop.”

As much as I don’t want to admit that Phillippe is right, the time has come for him to meet my family. God help us. My mother is going to tear Phillippe to shreds. Right now, my only saving grace is that she hasn’t been able to find out anything about him on the internet. His lack of internet exposure is also his biggest flaw. She thinks he has something to hide, and that’s why he has no web presence. I say his lack of exposure is the result of a lot of money. It takes a lot of money to disappear in plain sight, or a friend in a secret government agency. It sounds farfetched, but it’s not impossible.

/> “God help me.”

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