Chapter 13 - firework inside my stomach

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From the corner of my eye I see Jenni happily jumping up and down while I walk towards Christian. He takes my hand and looks very amused. We walk out of the room and I ask. “Who was that guy?” He looks at me and shakes his head. “Probably some rich familie member of my dad.” I just nodded before he said. “I want to show you something, Well we got twenty minutes before we need to return for the first dance, which I do not want to miss for anything.” He smiles as we walk to the back of the house. “A very expensive dance.” I mumble. “I’m sure it’s worth every penny.” I just shook my head. “I never even learned how to dance properly Jason.” He smiles. “That’s what I’m about to learn you.” I looked at him and the small door he was opening.

I walked into the room. A smal bed, mostly white. Even the furneture. A desk with a chair and a endles stak of books. Posters of movie’s The breakfast club, the matrix, two and a half men. But the small white pin – up board draw my attention. A lot of photo’s propped up on the it. Some movie tickets, some photo’s from the young Jason, with Jenni. Or with his dad. My eyes go back to the sexy man that now stands in the center of the room. “This was my room.” He says turning on some music. “No really?” I ask sarcasticly.

He smiles as he comes up to me. “Come here.” He says as he helds down his hand.  “What-“ I ask but he interupts me. “You need to learn the rules Miss. Jane, I want my money to be worth it.” I give him a endearing look as I take his hand and he immediately pulls me so close only a hair could fit between us. I looked up at him while his hand goes down to my hip while the other still held my hand. I follow his steps as the slow music guides us through his room. I lay my head on his shoulder letting Jason’s smell into my nose, his perfume ‘straight to heaven by Kilian’ was so intoxicatin and the way he moved felt just like we were making art on his floor. I felt him smile against my head as his nos was brushing through my hair.

I looked up at Jason as his eyes where sparkeling and his lips where so soft and plump from close up. Now, I know I kissed him before, man we almost fucked that night. But I was so waisted just like him we allowed our body parts to think instead of our brains. That’s why I can barely remember anything of that night. But looking at his face now, it’s like the gods carved it as the first perfect human being on earth. I was mesmerized. Our noses were touching and I closed my eyes only wanting to feel his plump lips against mine as a surprise. But as I could feel the warmth of his lips on mine. His minty breath that I was acing to taste. The music stopped and we knew the first dance could begin any minute now. “I think you’ll be an exilent dancer Jane.” He mumbled while we hesitant broke apart. Both of us not happy with the timing. Just fucking kiss me now! My subconcious screamed.

We walked up to the ball room again. And just as our timing the dance just begun. Jason took my hand and led my towards the middle of the room. “And now ladies and gentle men are you ready for ‘ the first dance’” I smiled up at jason as he has his arm protective around me. Again Jason danced amzaing. They way he moves, makes it seem like everyone could dance. And it was very easy to follow him. The tention between us was gone. Propably because we were surrounded by people…

We grin at each other like idiots as he says. “I love this song.” He says as I listen to the piano piece of Comptine d'Un Autre Été.

“Me too,” I say.

“You want me to play it for you someday?” He asks.

“You play piano?” I ask. “

You be surprised by my many talents.” He says. I smile but it fades when he smirks and I know dirty Jason is back. I roll my eyes and we continue to dance.

At 11.45 everyone had to go outside to see the firework. I walked with Jason while his arm never let me go. My head was on his shoulder as we looked at the stars. A pleasant silence came over us as we waited for the firework. We held each others hand as everyone started counting.

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