Somehow Tamara had managed to pull me onto the dance floor. And now the music was no more than a soft lull, as the bands had switched.
The room was lit in a soft lavender glow.
And I felt in a trance.
Her hands slipped up my back.
"Come on Crumpet" she crooned.
Her arms traced faint patterns on my back as we swayed to the music.
I could feel every hair on my arm stand up.
I could feel my heart racing and I knew my face was heating up.
Embarrassed I hide my face away in the crook of her neck.
She smelled like Jasmine tea, and something else I couldn't quite distinguish. She smelled like warmth and comfort and security.
"Sam are you sniffing me?"
I tensed up.
"You're weird Sam. That's why I like you."
I felt the softest flutter of warmth on my forehead.
Tamara had kissed me on the forehead.
She continued dancing, making no further comment. We stayed like that for the rest of the night.
Just the two of us swaying to the music with no inhibitions. And for once I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just there. With Tamara. And it felt so exquisitely and undeniably right.
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Pretty-UglyGal
Roman pour AdolescentsLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
