Life, Love & The Forbidden

The Prom (Pt. 1)

Butterflies fluttered in Sara's stomach as she brushed her fine features with a fine layer of skin coloured dust. She didn't wear makeup very often but tonight was a special occasion and she wanted to look her best for Michael. He had told her on countless occasions how beautiful she was but there was always a niggling feeling at the back of mind that told her he was just flattering her.

With one last swipe of lipstick, Sara pouted at her reflection, pressed her lips to a thin scrap of tissue paper and smiled. She was going to a prom. The prom. With Michael and there was no other feeling in the world that compared to how she felt right now. Her body flushed with a mixture of fear and insecurities when her cell phone on her desk jumped to life. It jiggled across the wooden surface as it vibrated, the caller Id shouting "Michael" into her eyes.

"Hello?" she asked nervously, her heart skipping a needed beat.

"Hey," Michael breathed, his velvety voice combing her being. "How's it going?" he asked casually, obviously referring to her pre prom duties.

"I'm all ready," she told him excitedly, glancing at her bedside clock. "How about you?" she prodded.

"Well," he began, extended the syllable. "I was nearly at your door when I had to stop," he told her with a smirk.

Sara arched her brow confused. "Why?" she asked a little irritated. He was going to be late and he was acting like it was a game. "Where are you?" she quizzed as she paced her room, her brand new open toed heels sinking into the cream floor covering.

Michael looked around him, swiping his body through condensed breath and he exhaled. "Well it looks like some kind of grassy area," he said grinning harder into the phone. "And I have just seen the most beautiful thing ever pass before my eyes," he confessed, his voice smooth and seductive.

Sara froze and turned to her bedroom window. In a few steps she was there, looking down onto her father's marvellously trimmed lawns to where Michael stood with his cell phone pressed to his ear, twiddling a paper rose in between his finger and thumb. He looked up, their eyes meeting and an open mouthed smile spreading across his face. Michael licked his lips at the sight of her hanging over her window frame, her strapless dress pushing more than an eyeful of cleavage his way. "See, nearly at your door," he pointed a finger towards it with another grin.

Sara snapped her phone shut and threw it to the bed as she fled her room, flicking the light off as she passed it. Her heels clicked furiously on the marbled staircase and her hand gripped the rail to stop her falling. Michael pushed his phone into his jacket pocket as he bounded towards the front door, awaiting her presence. Sara reached out and laid a hand on the handle, exhaling hard before she pushed it down.

The door swung open and Michael was taken back by Sara's image. Her dress was beautiful. It was almost to the floor and the material looked so luxurious he wanted to reach out and know what she felt like under it. Her bare shoulders were uninterrupted because her hair had been twisted into a decoratively simple knot on the back on her head and her fine toes poked out from her matching shoes. Her entire outfit was red and it ignited his urges deep inside.

He blinked a few times and she gave him a twirl. "You like?" she grinned coyly.

Michael stepped into the lobby, his eyes on fire as she fuelled his gaze. "I love it," he exclaimed handing her the delicate rose. "It's perfect for this," he told her producing a small box from behind his back. Sara gave him a quizzical look and took the box from him, carefully sliding the bottom away from the top. Sara gasped at what she saw, her hands touching the white gold shakily.

"Michael," she breathed stunned. "I can't accept this," she said sadly, raising her gaze to meet his. Michael smiled and took the necklace from the box, stepping behind her. The heart shaped ruby hung down her breastbone surrounded by tiny clear jewels, more of which were spaced up the sides of the chain.