Slaying Goliath

Chapter 10

She stood there hating herself for being so weak. She had been heading for the train station. She had every intention to catch that train and go home. But somehow, she'd ended up here, standing on his door step. And now he was looking at her with that 'what-the-hell' expression.

She closed her eyes and turned, ready to run up the stairs.

"Stay," his voice was rougher than normal, but she could just make out the word.

She hesitated. As she stood there, one foot on the first step out of there, his arms turned her around and brought her into his embrace. She breathed. It felt like the only breath she'd taken since she left him this morning. Everything else had just been an imitation of breathing, of living. He had her inside and the door closed before she realised that her feet were still attached to ground.

She looked up into his eyes as he stood there looking at her. The world was probably still revolving around the sun, the moon was probably still suspended in the sky and the clocks were still probably ticking out time, it just didn't feel like it. He lowered his lips to hers. She closed her eyes as she yearned for the kiss she'd been dreaming of all afternoon.

"Hey Belinda," Drew's voice had them both turning swiftly with guilty expressions on their faces.

She blinked as her eyes focused on the room. There were three large men staring at her. She recognised Drew and the other two were in the photo. She edged closer to Josh and wished she could hide behind him. This was embarrassing. She'd turned up here like the desperate creature she was, unable to last a moment longer without his touch. They knew it. They knew why she was here and what she craved. Their broad smiles made that obvious. They must think she was nothing more than a lust driven harlot.

Beside her Josh was making some frantic motions with his hands.

"Keep your shorts on Jay," the Hispanic man smiled, "Hi Belinda, I'm Mark, I'm the one who taught him all his moves. You can thank me later."

"I'm Sam," Sam gave Mark a shove, "I'm the Brains of the outfit which, given the competition, doesn't say much. It's great to meet you."

"Hi," her voice was shaky.

"And, of course, you remember me," Drew waved his hand at her, "How could you forget me?"

Josh was still gesturing with sharp movements. She didn't turn to look at him. She was pressed into his side and he had one hand around her moving behind her back and the other was out from his chest. She didn't need to understand sign language to recognise what he was telling his friends.

"Well," Sam stretched, "It's getting late. Maybe we should be going?"

"I don't know?" Mark's eyes twinkled as he ignored Josh and spoke to his other friends, "If we left now Belinda might think we're rude. She's only just arrived."

"Come on," Drew laughed, "There's a great bar with live music that I found last night. The barmaids have the hugest jugs, jugs of beer, I mean. I think we should leave before the Jay-man blows a gasket. Being a recent expert on that phenomena, I'm telling you it's best we go."

They all laughed, and Josh huffed and gave up on his signalling. He wrapped one arm around her and gave them all the finger with the other one.

"Sorry Belinda," Sam said shyly as he grabbed his stuff and headed for the door, "It was good to meet you."

"I'm sorry too," Mark took her hand and kissed it while avoiding Josh's backhand, "Upgrades are available if you find this one faulty."

"Good to see you again," Drew waved again, "Let me know if he doesn't treat you right. I'll happily kick his ass for you."