Behind Closed Doors

Untitled Part 16

FLASHBACK

It was supposed to be a fun night. My red taffeta dress swayed around my thighs and my smile was as bright as ever. As we walked up to the main doors, he held my hand, and I could practically feel my excitement seeping out of me. Gazing at him, his dark hair a tousled mess, but looking sexy as hell in his suit, had me eager as ever to dance with him.

"Your tickets?" One of the principals asked. I always thought it stupid that they had to be there to ruin the night, but I suppose it's necessary. I smiled sweetly at her, barely able to conceal my excitement, as I handed her my ticket and allowed her to check my purse for contraband.

Finally inside, i was jumping for joy, pulling Damen towards the dance. He tugged my fingers back to him, and I wound up against his chest, all breath gone from my lungs, head fuzzy. Wow, I was so close. All I needed to do was lean up on my tippy toes and press my lips against his. One kiss.

I shook my head a little. That was a crazy idea. He'd think I was crazy and ditch me. So I just smiled and asked him what it was he wanted to do. "What is it Damen? Don't you wanna dance?"

He grinned and I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Of course I wanna dance, doll. I just wanna show you something gorgeous first." He said. I smiled again, and, of course, agreed.

We headed down to the other side of the building, across from all the dancers. I was dying to dance, but I wanted to see what he was going to show me first, it felt important, so I followed. Finally, we wound around to the other side of the building, the music no more than a small murmur in the background, and he turned to face me. Grabbing my shoulders, he turned me around.

I gasped quietly when I saw the two of us standing in a mirror, reflecting the two of us with a beauty that mesmerized me. He stood above me, his blackish brown hair standing out against my reddish auburn locks that cascaded down my back. It glimmered in the light and looked stunning against my full red lips and dark red dress. He slipped his hands around my waist, and I could barely breathe. I craned my neck upwards to see him, and he gazed down at me into my eyes. They were a chocolate brown, and looked so different from my own green ones.

"What is it you were wanting to show me?" I questioned, thought I already knew what he was going to say.

"You, of course." He smiled at me. "Look at that gorgeous girl in the mirror. You're a vision. You are every dream and every fantasy. Any man would want you, and yet, I am who has you. I can't imagine a better or more perfect night. You are simply breathtaking. I just wanted you to see it for yourself." He whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip and stared at him. Could it possibly be true? I could imagine someone like Damen, not only feeling like that about someone like me, but actually telling me so. It was like a dream come true and it took everything in me to remind myself to breathe.

"You really don't need to be so nervous around me, I'm not going to hurt you. You are perfection, and need to understand that." He said, turning me to face him. He had a huge smile on his face. It seemed to make my worries slip away. He gently took my hand, and pulled it up to his lips. He planted a soft kiss on the inner side of my wrist, and I couldn't have felt safer.

He led me down the hallway, talking to me, holding my hand tightly. I wasn't even concerned with dancing anymore. I wanted to spend my night with him, Damen. He made me feel amazing, alive even. I didn't want to give that up. I couldn't say when id felt this way before, but I knew that I never wanted to be without it again.

We finally made it outside, through a little glass door into the garden outback. He pulled me to a stop and in against his chest, tightly. I could have stared into his eyes all evening, but he leaned in closer, and I closed my eyes. He kissed me softly, intimately, and I swooned at the knowledge that I was kissing him, this perfect guy that was way too beautiful for me.

Before I could understand what was going on, something was thrown over my face, and I was yanked backwards. My grip tightened on his hand, but I felt myself slipping and I started to scream. "Damen, Damen help!" I yelled as loudly as I could, but I couldn't hear anything. The material on my head and the breathing behind me were barely audible over my beating heart.

"Don't worry, we'll take real good care of you." A man chuckled. His laughter chilled my heart, and I knew I was in for a world of trouble.