Entombed in His Desire

Chapter 30

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Mark had furrowed his brow in a look of confusion. "You? That's an odd greeting. I prefer you call me Mark over Mr. Jacobson, since that makes me feel old. But even I would prefer that over the one you just gave me."

"I'm sorry." Amanda sighed. "Things are just crazy right now, that's all."

Mark let out a deep breath and placed his hand upon her shoulder. "Does this have anything to do with the argument you had with your father?"

Normally his touch would have sent shockwaves through her body. However, Amanda felt completely numb and didn't even look at him. She was facing the ground, but in truth she wasn't actually looking at anything. "Maybe. I just found out something awful. I don't know who to trust, or what to believe."

"Amanda, look at me." He told her. As she did, he gave her the sweetest smile. "I just want you to know that you can trust me. And if you need anyone to talk too, I am here."

Oh how she wanted to believe him, she wanted to be reassured that there was at least one person she could trust. Needing to know that she could actually trust someone, she returned his smile. "Thank you, Mark."

"You never did answer my question." He said. "May I have this dance?"

She couldn't even place the song that was playing in the background, but the warm night air wrapped around her in its soothing embrace. On a romantic moonlit night, a handsome man with a debonair smile had just asked her to dance. Despite how betrayed she felt by almost everyone she knew, only a fool would have turned him down. "I'd be delighted."

Mark smiled and bowed like an old fashion gentleman. She then laughed as she jokingly curtsied. Perhaps she should have been more concerned about her family, as well as everything that had transpired the last few weeks. But it was almost as if he had cast a spell on her, and she was in no hurry to break it.

He took her one hand, and she placed the other one on his shoulder. Mark then gently wrapped his other arm around her back. As they looked into each other's eyes, they simultaneously began to smile. In perfect rhythm and harmony, he spun her around to the hypnotic melody of the live band playing in the background.

"You're a good dancer." He whispered.

Amanda couldn't help but smile, as she began to blush. "You're not so bad yourself."

But as they continued to stare into each other's eyes, she felt as though she was willingly falling into a trance. Mark tilted his head, as he leaned his face towards her. Amanda then closed her eyes, and before she knew it; they were soon locked in a passionate kiss. Was this just a dream, like the last time? The warm taste of his kiss was too intoxicating to ignore. And as his tongue parted her lips, she eagerly returned his passion.

In that moment it was as if no one else in the world even existed. If it were possible, she would have stayed in that moment forever. Compared to her, he was a much older man, her teacher in fact. Everything about this moment seemed wrong. But in truth she just didn't care. Trying to always do the right thing didn't protect her from the harsh realities of life. Afterall it was her eighteenth birthday; she might as well enjoy herself.

Mark slowly released her from his kiss. Amanda's eyes remained closed as she could feel him slowly pull his face away from hers. She let out a pleasurable sigh and tilted her head back. Her first real kiss, this time it wasn't just a dream. She soon felt the light touch of his fingers, as he gently glided them along her cheek.

Amanda then felt his warm breath as he leaned his lips next to her ear, and he began to whisper. "My Mer Ek, you didn't forget about me."

She froze, as her eyes immediately popped open. "What did you call me?" Feeling confused, she pulled away from him as she still remained in his embrace.