Kiss at Blarney Castle

Just then, she heard a knock at the door. “Laura?” the familiar voice said. “Are you okay?”
Laura got up and threw her robe on, unlatching the door. “John,” she cried, as she threw her arms around him.
“What is it, Love?” he asked, feeling her sweaty body in his hands and liking what he felt.
“It was a man,” Laura said, still near hyperventilation. “He’s been following me.”
“What?” John said, obviously alarmed. “What man? What are you talking about?”
“In my dream,” Laura began, “I saw the man who I keep seeing everywhere; the man who’s following me.”
John held her close, “It’s only a dream, Love, it’s only a dream.”
“Yes, but the man is someone who I have seen. He’s following me.”
“Where have you seen him?” John asked.
“In England, at the train station,” Laura said.
“Well maybe you’re just having a bad dream, that’s all,” John said.
“…and here,” Laura continued.
“And here? What do you mean?”
“I saw him here, in Ireland.”
“In Cork? Today?”
“No, in Dublin, the first day I was there,” Laura said.
“Ya must be imagining things, Love,” John said. “Ya don’t know anybody in the UK except for me and your friend, right?”
“Yes,” Laura said.
“Now let’s just rest your pretty head about it then,” John said, hugging her tightly and then letting go, about to leave the room.