"She knows I can't be with her the way she wants...right?"
Dane Moore thought to himself as he hefted his trash bags to the curb. He has spent all morning contemplating his relationship, non-relationship with Lily.
"Last night felt different...it's never been so real. I've never told her that I love her. I have to tell her the truth about Taylor..."
"Daney baby, come back to bed!" Looking up to see his girlfriend, Taylor James calling to him sweetly to come inside the house from the porch, Dane began to walk toward his home. Dane has been dating Taylor for about three months because she fit the model that his family, mainly his father, approved of: tall, brunette, and leggy. Three things that mattered most to the Moore family: curb-appeal. They would never approve of Lily...ever.
Reaching his porch, Taylor wrapped her dainty arms around his strong neck, nuzzling close into the crook. Breathing in deeply and thanking her lucky stars for this wonderful man, Taylor kissed him slowly. Enticing him to bend down to her, kiss her in return, and show her that he wants her just as much as he claims. But he didn't. Dane released her with a peck on the forehead and brushed out her grasp. Taylor shrank. She knew he loved her. He's just acting this way for attention.
"He loves me, he loves me, and he wants to be with me."
She repeated over and over to herself as tears crept into the corners of her cerulean eyes.
"Taylor, I'm going to leave for work early. I'll be back later." Dane called from the garage.
"When did he even get dressed?"
Taylor thought. She shouted her good-byes and went back to bed. Dane was everything she had ever wanted: rich, successful, tall, broad, bronzed and chiseled to perfection. He literally was her dream come true. She can remember how they met perfectly...
...
She had been waiting for her train to arrive. The MARTA railway system was usually always on time, but today Atlanta proved to be more like the stories she was warned of before moving here. Her mother pleaded with her, telling her that Atlanta was too busy and dirty for a young woman from a small town in Indiana, but she insisted that this was the right place for her. Well, that and the new job she was offered at New Heights High School. She was a recent graduate and couldn't wait to handle her first real teaching job!
While she stood there deep in thought about her first day, the gold line approached to take her to her future...that's when she saw him. He was everything she could have dreamt of. There stood a Grecian God to carry her away in his large arms and he just looked her way. Unable to do anything else, Taylor smirked and he returned it in kind. She sat down next to him considering it was the only seat left amongst the crowded train. He even radiated the most glorious scent a woman could imagine...the smell of man and fresh soap. She breathed in deeply, savoring his essence. When her eyes opened, she realized he was staring directly at her and laughed, it shook him to the core. The little crinkles made an appearance in the corners of his eyes and she blushed, aware that she'd been caught. He extended his hand and offered his name, "Dane."
"Taylor."
