Mark Me

Thunder and Rain: 3

  

      Blushing as if I were naked, all I could do was look down. Why did my dad have to call him over, who does that?!

   "She sure was, son. Why don't I leave you two to it, get to know each other," and as if that weren't enough, he walked away without turning around, adding "flirt, maybe!" Gee, thanks dad... thanks a lot.

Tyler, of course was the first to speak, what? I'm still recovering from my dad's attempt to "SET.ME.UP."

     "Emma, what were you and Richard talking about?" Tyler's curious voice broke through the silence, his sly adorable smirk adding to my blush.

      "I was just asking w-who you were.." I answered shaking, damn it! why does he make me so nervous. Stepping closer, our lips almost touching.

        "Next time, love, ask me. There is nothing I love more than a confident woman." Pushing himself away from me, I immediately missed him being so close. I huffed and thought to myself, 'a confident women is what he wants, not a shy elephant like you.' Cruel but true I was far from a size zero, heck I'm not even a size 6, actually I'm far from any size without a two digit number. I am curvy, breastless (compared to half of them), and unlike every other women here, I was plain... just plain. After they spotted us talking the first time, girls have been giving me the death stare and I can understand their confusion, why would this beautiful piece of heaven be talking to me, when Susie-size two has been drooling over him all night and Heather- the headlights continues to wink; yet Tyler is here, with an hippo of a women, myself. Snapping out of my self-loathing moment with me, myself, and I, I noticed Tyler's face turn in a confused manner.

    "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him.

    "You do realize how beautiful you are, right? I mean you are looking around at all of these women like they are better than you," Tyler voice was of disbelief, what was he getting at, how did he know what I was thinking..

     "Uh.. have you seen me?" I looked down, afraid to meet his eyes, somewhere inside I knew I pushed a button that I shouldn't have.

      "Emma, look at me," sternly, Tyler replied. Refusing to look up I shook my head.

"Emma, look at me, now," his voice deep and husky. He took his finger and nudged it to lift my chin, but my eyes still didn't meet his.

"Please don't make me ask again, Em," his voice was serious, angry almost and with that, my head shot up To look at his beautiful blue eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman in this place; now, give me your damn hand and come dance with me woman; I will show everyone that you are the only one I have my eyes on," And with that Tyler grabbed my hand but instead of moving he just stared at me and the sharks of electricity shot through myour body, why am I so hot right now?

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Tyler's P.O.V.

    From the first time I saw her, I knew something was special about her. I felt drawn to her and when I was near her, somehow I felt whole. For the rest of the women in this place, a lay is a lay; which is also why I came tonight, to get it in, talk to the boss and head home with someone totally different; I never expected to meet Emma. No, with Emma it wasn't about sex. I wasn't talking to her to sleep with her, not saying I wouldn't, one day, but clearly we arent there yet.

  I have never felt this way towards anyone. I have never felt more vulnerable and blissful in the same atmosphere. I mean she was beautiful; short hair, dark brown eyes, and those curves! Goodness, they drove me nuts! Emma, honestly, isn't my type, but something about her drew her to me, and I sure am glad it did. Have I mentioned her legs yet? Oh my, she is perfect.

   After flirting with her a little, I decided that I have waited long enough, I need her close to me. I need her body shaping my body. I need her head on my shoulder. I need her drenched in my scent. And then it hit me, 'dance with her, you idiot!' my, all too interested, other half screamed. So, instead of asking I demanded it. Grabbing Emma's hand, I halted as the sparks flew up and down my body. Emma is her. Emma Fay is MY HER! The one woman I will spend my forever with! The girl I will run through thunder and rain for... Emma was my mate.