The second I see Peter pull his red and black outfit out of his suitcase, my heart sinks. We’ve arrived in Nice, France today, and we’re all going clubbing tonight, since tomorrow night is a show night. This is supposed to be a recovery day, though I don’t know how much recovering you can do clubbing and drinking. I’m going to have to wear that god-awful dress. I curse under my breath.

Peter grins, and comes up to me. Then his face goes serious. “I really do love you Dream. You know that?â€? “Yes, and I love you too Peterâ€?, I respond, looking into his nearly black eyes. He kisses my forehead. “I just don’t want you to ever think that this is just all about …you know. I mean, I can’t get enough of you, surely, but I’d really be content spending the rest of my life with you.â€?

I smile and hug him. For a moment, Peter is the only man for me, the man I’d gladly marry and spend eternity with. Then, the familiar blue eyes and sweet grin pop back into my head, and I snap back into reality.