What had she dreamed about? She couldn't quite remember. Ohh, Eve knew what she had dreamt about. It was hard to forget something you saw every night you went to sleep.
It was a man. A man who tormented her both in dreams and reality. The man stood at at an impressive 6'2 with a lean athletic build, hinting at a subtle masculinity that suggested he was more than just a pretty face. His dark skin seemed to absorb the light around him, giving him an air of mystery. His black hair was thick and perfectly messy, framing his chiseled features. But it was his eyes that truly set him apart ~ piercing green, like emerald shining in the dark. They sparkled with intensity, as if daring you to look away.
To Eve, he was every girls dream. Except, this man wasn't real. He was a spirit.