The Dream Isn't Done

Unbelievable sights,
Indescribable feelings.



“You know,” I murmured into the silence, staring up at the dark purple sky. “I think everything really is bigger in Texas.”

It was two months into our little adventure, and Alex and I had crossed the state border of Texas just three days ago. The night was humid so instead of curling up in the cramped van, Alex had spread out a blanket onto a field near Amarillo. We lay on our backs gazing up into the dark sky, our surroundings lit only by the crescent moon and the thousands of glittering stars.

“I’ve never seen a sky like this,” I mused.

“It’s beautiful,” Alex agreed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

As Alex and I lay in silence, I contemplated the two months it had taken us to get here. I had grown to become so comfortable with Alex. I had gotten to know everything there was to know about him. All the things he liked, all the things he didn’t. I knew of all his habits. I knew him inside and out.

This was new to me. I had never really known anyone to this extent before. Of course, our relationship was completely platonic. We had established before the trip had even begun that becoming romantically involved with each other could complicate things, and so we made a promise to ourselves to become friends and stay friends.

I had to admit, however, as time went on and Alex became the only person that I was truly comfortable with, it became harder to keep my thoughts off him.

“Thank you,” I said, breaking the quiet once again.

Alex rolled over to his side, propping himself up with his elbow. “For?”

“Convincing me to come,” I told him. I pushed myself up, resting my weight on my elbows. “I never would’ve forgiven myself if I had missed out on this. This is what people dream of doing. And you’ve given me the opportunity to see the world in it’s entirety. Thank you for that, Alex.”

“Well, you’re welcome. I’m glad you came,” he said, shooting a smile at me. “It would’ve been rather boring without you.”

“It’s good to know I’m good for something,” I laughed, pushing my dark hair out of my eyes.

“Not a problem.” Alex winked at me, pushing a few rogue strands of hair from my face. I smirked at him, before turning my gaze back to the Amarillo sky.

“It truly is a wonder,” I murmured.

“That you are.”

I’d be lying if I said that I was expecting that reply. “Did you actually just use that line?” I chuckled, trying desperately to lighten up what could possibly be an awkward situation.

“Maybe,” Alex admitted, grinning himself. “Is it at least working?”

“Maybe,” I mocked. What was he doing? What point was he trying to prove?

His eyes surveyed my face, taking in every feature, every freckle, every flaw. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I do mean it, Quinn. You’re quite beautiful.”

“What do you want?” I pressed.

“What?” Alex chuckled, taken aback by my response.

“You must want something. You wouldn’t just butter me up for no reason.”

I let out a sigh, laying back down on the patchwork quilt.

Alex didn’t speak. I knew there was something he wanted. Glancing up at his serious face, I saw that his eyes were still on me. He seemed to be battling within himself, the conflict was apparent in his eyes.

It happened very suddenly. I, for one, was not expecting it.

Alexandre’s hand ran down my cheek. His dark eyes bore into mine. There was something in them, something that wasn’t always there.

“What are you doing?” I managed to whisper.

“I must be losing my mind,” he murmured, more to himself them me.

His face was close now, too close. I felt his warm breath on the lower half of my face. This was wrong; what about that promise?

He pressed his lips to mine, softly at first, almost as if he were testing the waters. The moment his lips touched my own, it was almost as if I felt complete. It was as though there had been a piece of me missing, a piece that I wasn’t aware was missing, and when Alex kissed me, I had found it.

As cliché as it sounds, I had truly never felt this was with another man. No man had ever been able to pull these emotions from me. It was different. It was unnerving. It was completely indescribable.

That was when I first began to fall for Alexandre Hume.