Daydream

His tall, slightly slouching shoulders lean as if to invite me closer. Soft, straw-colored curls hang loosely at the nape of his neck. I imagine reaching behind his ear to tangle my fingers in them. He brushes his hair up and out of his amber colored eyes. As he does, he glances over and catches my gaze. A smile reaches across one side of his face and I can feel it reciprocate on my own. He walks toward me, captivating my eyes with his. When he finally reaches me, his strong hand gently grasps the back of my neck and tips my chin toward his.

From a distance, I hear his voice say my name and it causes me to blink out of my daydream. "Did you see that last email?" he asks as he walks toward me.