[open spotify profile @lynn and play playlist titled #1]
Brisk air sent shivers down my spine. Pounding music echoed inside the building as i sat under the boundless night sky.
I was content with myself. It's been a hectic week, and it felt nice to let loose with my friends, even if it was without him.
However, when I noticed them walking through the door, i felt a pang in my heart. Her silken emerald gown loosely wrapped around her toned, tanned legs as her arm rest comfortably in the nook of his elbow. I drew in a breath. I hate to admit this, but he was absolutely gorgeous. His ironed grey button-up complemented his sturdy figure as his black slacks fell seamlessly to his scuffed converse.
I was abruptly pulled away from my thoughts as i felt someone lightly sit beside me. It was him. He yawned lazily, and leaned his torso against the bench, his muscular chest poking out from the buttons he'd let loose. His faun eyes captured mine as they locked contact.
" Having fun at the dance, Jackeline?"
His voice had an endearing tone. It felt as if it glazed around me like the scent of hot cocoa on a cool winter night. His face held an inquisitive look. He was interested. his bushy eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, waiting for my response, and his plush, pink lips sat in a natural smirk.
"I'm enjoying myself. The
scene change is amazing. Having a nice time with your girlfriend?"
My heart pounded. I fought against a smile. I don't know what wave of confidence possessed me, but my eyes never wavered from his brown orbs.
he shrugged with an air of nonchalance,
" She got tired of my company. Also, we were never dating."
His eyes seemed to sparkle, silently grinning at my question. I flushed pink. He knew. The sly expression on his face said it all. He knew of my feelings, and he wasn't disgusted; rather, he seemed to mutually share my attraction.
Grabbing the seat for support, he then stood up, offering his hand.
"shall we dance?"
I took hold of his hand. it was warm and was large enough to wrap around my fingers. I could feel the roughness and callouses his palms had acquired from football.
"let's dance"
