Forgotten

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I'm staring into eyes so dark and compelling that I feel as if I could easily lose myself within them. He moves me slightly away from his body but doesn't let go. Energy, just like in the forest a few nights ago, ebbs and flows between us.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I've registered this information but I feel totally helpless to do anything other than stare up at him in shock. I feel as if my brain has suddenly gone on hiatus. My eyes search every inch of his partially covered face. Memorizing it so that I'll never forget again.

"May I have this dance?"

His voice is deep and low. It scrapes against something within me triggering memories... no, that's not right.

At this point words are still beyond my mental grasp, so I simply nod in response. I would really love to kick myself at the moment but I doubt I could even manage that at the moment. I have a hundred questions for him and yet not a single word slips from my tongue. As he sweeps me into a full embrace, something leaps within me and my breath catches. We stand at the edge of the make shift dance floor near the doors where he caught me, skirting all the other couples. Rather gracefully he begins to move. His hands continue to singe my flesh. I feel as if I might spontaneously combust at any moment.

Who is he?

He has to be the boy from the woods.

The one who wrote me that note.

For me, there is only you.

As I think about the words, they slide through my body. Pulsing within me like the blood that flows through my veins.

He turns, leading me through a series of intricate steps so that we are truly dancing. And no, this isn't the ridiculous sideways swaying that so many teenagers my age are only capable of doing. This is actual, real dancing and the only reason I know that is because I've seen it on those TV dance competition shows. He's holding my left hand while his other arm rests on my waist. What's even more amazing is that I am in no way, shape, or form a dancer. In fact, my feeble attempts at dancing to this point have been embarrassingly clumsy and awkward.

But in his arms, I'm everything I don't ever remember being. Graceful. Elegant. Flowing. We float through the steps as he leads me and somehow, it's as if I already know this dance. Or perhaps he's just that good and I am able to follow his lead.

A delighted grin tugs my lips upwards as we continue moving. His answering smile matches mine and my heart actually skips a beat. A thousand butterflies are suddenly unleashed within the confines of my belly.

"Your smile- I've... it's breathtaking."

His words bring a hot stain of color to my cheeks and I'm helpless to drag my eyes away from his. They hold mine captive and I suddenly realize that I don't ever want to look away. I'm afraid that if I do, he'll disappear just as completely as the image in the bathroom mirror.

"Who are you?" I whisper the words wondering if he can hear them over the music, over the throng of people surrounding us.

His lips slant upwards as he tilts his head to the side. Everything within me tightens and melts at the same time. I just want to know his name! I need to know who he is. I feel so sure that he's the one from the woods. And from the library. The one who wrote me the note.

"Don't you know?"

His reply is soft and my heart skips another beat because... because as I stare deeper into his eyes, I feel like...maybe... somehow... I do know him. But that's impossible. And yet everything inside me is screaming that I do.