Third Person's POV

Mia was woken up from her sleep by a loud banging on the door. Who could be there at such an early hour!? She groaned getting up as her head pounded. The dream she had last night came flooding back making her confused and dizzy.

It just felt so real. She thought as she could remember each and every detail of that dream. Are dreams supposed to be so vivid, precise and memorable? She did not know the answer to that.

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Mia's POV

I woke up in his warm embrace. I could slightly feel his breath on my neck as his arm wrapped my waist lazily. I could get used to this feeling. I would love to get used to this feeling, this felt like home. He felt like home, my safe haven.

I closed my eyes again enjoying his presence near me, his scent, his ruffled and messy hair that tickled me as he nuzzled into my neck even more, his strong arm around me protectively and just us, together.... I enjoyed it all. I felt the sheets shuffle beside me. I shut my eyes forcefully, pretending to be asleep. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me happy.

He pulled me even more closer if that was possible and stroke my hair, which were also a mess and smelled them. I guess he liked my shampoo very much. I barely contained my giggles as his nose was tickling a lot.

"What have you done to me Mia Kyle? I don't think I'll ever be able to love someone the way I love you," he sighed as my head shot up, eyes wide.

He mirrored my expressions getting up suddenly. "What did you say?" I asked him and he knew I was awake the whole time. My voice wasn't croaky at all. Usually, all I speak is incoherent sounds in the morning.

"You were awake?" He was shocked and almost felt cheated.

"You... You.. said you loved me!" I exclaimed.

"No I didn't," he lied getting all red and getting off of the bed. I pulled him back causing him to lose balance and land on top of me. I pressed his lips onto mine into a sweet kiss which soon turned to passionate and then hungry. We were just horny teenagers after all. Well I was, he wasn't. I was nineteen and he was twenty.

"I love you," I panted in between my breaths, "too," concluding my sentence.

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Another bang on the door brought Mia out of her thoughts as she yelled,"coming," making her way to the front door. Her hair was a mess, she hadn't even taken off her makeup which was although light but blocked her pores, giving her a suffocating feeling. She had barely gotten herself out of her dress the previous night before crashing down. Her headache and those dreams didn't help her either.

Who was the guy in her dreams? She had had such dreams ever since college but they were rare and only when she was exhausted mentally.

Since the last few days, she had been having these dreams every time she slept. Maybe she was too tired after all.  She needed to get back to her body.

"Dr. Anderson!?" She was surprised to see him here seven in the morning.

"Good morning Ms. McAdams," he was oddly cheerful for an old man. Always smiled.

"Would you mind letting us in?" The same smooth and husky voice came from behind and her senses tingled at the crispy accent. For a second she thought that Nathan Moore sounded like the guy in her dreams.

She simply shifted to a side leaving the door open for the two to enter. Nathan scrutinized every bit of the living room and it offended her. She excused herself to the bathroom and hastily freshened up, brushed her teeth and removed all the makeup.

She came back to see only Dr. Anderson and no sign of Nathan. A sad feeling rose in the pit of her stomach but she chose to ignore it. Dr. Anderson chuckled at her instant mood change over and cleared his throat, telling her that he had gone outside to take few calls and would be back any minute.

It amused him as to how transparent Charolette's face was. He felt that maybe Nathan could finally love again. Nathan had called Dr. Anderson first thing after reaching home. Since he was not available till  the morning, he decided to wait. He knew Dr. Anderson was the best and he didn't want to take a chance. It is just a headache, he coaxed himself. But he couldn't sleep a wink. As soon as the clock hit six, he got ready, picked up Dr. Anderson and headed straight to Charlotte's apartment.

After a long discussion with Dr. Anderson about her increasing headaches lately and the weird dreams, he prescribed some medicine to her to calm and relax her mind. They were depressants. I am not going to take depressants! There's nothing wrong with me. She thought to herself.

Dr. Anderson and Mia talked a bit as Nathan was still busy outside pacing back and forth, barking out orders.

"So what's his deal?" Mia couldn't help but ask.

"He's a nice man. Kid's had a lot to go through. Once he opens up to you, he's actually a gem," Dr. Anderson beamed with pride as if he was his own son.

Mia unknowingly scoffed to which he chuckled. "But what happened to him anyway!?" Curiosity was killing her from inside. This man was a mystery to her. And she just couldn't let go of mysteries till she solved them.

"Nothing much. Was head over heels for a girl. She broke his heart, left him. Wait , what was her name?" He pondered mumbling words to himself which Mia couldn't comprehend.

"Aah, yes. Mia Kyle. That's her. Or Kevins. I'm not really sure. Anyways, he's been like this ever since and around then he lost his mother. So it was rough."

"I've seen this kid grow up. I never thought he could be a human again, till.... Well, I'll let the nature take it's course," he winked and got up. She released the breath she was holding. Did she hear it right? Did he say Mia Kyle? She felt like she had choked on my own breath.

A/n : Okay so I felt really bad for not updating yesterday and giving a short chapter today. So here you go folks.

Another chapter I just wrote now.

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