Lilith has had a rough life.
Neglected
forced to grow up young,
and distant form most of her peers alongside from two of her friends who are more enticed by the thought of popularity than anything else. Though after she met Scott everything chang...
I had only danced about twice, and both those times were in school where we had to at least be arm's length, and the music were before cellphones were even to be thought of. This scene in which where the bodies beside us were super close, this caused me to freeze before accepting the invitation to dance.
Pulling me to the floor and placing my hands on his shoulders I folded my hands behind his head. Looking down to make for sure I didn't step on any toes, he used two fingers on my chin to make me look up at him.
"Eyes on me. Let me lead." His voice low and even with the loud music I still was able to hear him.
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I began to grow doubt I would be completely awkward in this moment, a song that I knew had come on. The beat was strong, and the moment was full of admiration as well as desire. I felt unable to control my body as the music flooded my blood. My eyes locked to his until he turned me around and we were dancing like those around us. He had an arm wrapped around my abdomen and I held my hand over his I could feel his heartbeat fast on my back. His breath quick, his lips near my ear, his body pressed to mine.
He turned me back around picking me up upon his toes, I was closer to his face. The way we danced felt so sinful, I felt embarrassed. Even in circumstances I thought to myself. What would my mother think?
As the song came to an end, we stood there completely breathless. I saw as he gave me a look I did not quite yet understand. It was lustful, admirable, then it seemed sadistic and yet angelic. It was contradicting in every aspect, I craved it.
I was unable to deny the moment any longer, I took him by the hand and pulled him to the bathroom and kicked the trash bin under the handle to hold it locked shot. The minute I turned to him; he lifted me to the counter lips connected.
Electricity.
Scott shifted his hands, from waist to neck, he gently pulled my hair back so he was able to kiss my neck as I then opened my mouth just to let out a small moan. He would bring his lips back to mine. I was lost in the moment completely. Hands wild in his hair, to his shirt and loops of his pants. It felt that it was their own mission. As I felt the moment were arising to surrender my innocence, he pulled away..
"What?" I asked out of breath.
There was no word, he kicked the trashcan out of the way and slammed the door pushing though the crowed and disappeared from my sight....
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