"I wanted to let her know that her lecture is cancelled this morning, so she can sleep in if she wants to, but she's not answering her phone."
McKinnon paused, and then burned his bridges. "It's okay, John. I'll see that she gets the message."
There was a long silence, then a low whistle. "Well, McKinnon, you've got my blessings. Take the morning off and I'll make your excuses for you. My, my, my." And he hung up.
Stepping into the shower, McKinnon took the soap from Charly. "If you could have one wish right now, Little Witch, what would it be?" He began soaping her back, sliding his arms around her, pressing his body in close to hers.
She moved against him, enjoying the warmth of the water as it cascaded over them. "Just to be able to stay here with you for the rest of the day." Reaching up, she pulled his head down for a long, slow kiss.
"Granted. You see, I too, have my own special powers."
Charly pulled back and looked up at him. By the grin on his face, she knew he was telling the truth. As he explained what had taken place, she blushed, then remembered that in just a few days they would be married, so she gave herself up to the joy of loving him and being loved, secure in the knowledge that they could overcome any challenges they might meet in the future.
And so it was that the dreams became reality and reality became a dream.
The End.