Her Heart, His tears,Their Love (Under construction)

Take Me Back, Way Back

The crowd roared after August sang his behind off. I stood in ovation with everyone else giving him well deserved props. Not only could he sing, but he was oh so handsome. Just too skinny for little ole me, I like football players, if you get my drift.

I walked on stage and embraced August in a hug, "Thank you so much for coming today."

He pulled away rubbing at his chin hair and giving me a gorgeous smile, "Anytime, Anytime, Thanks for havin me." His grill gleamed at me and I felt like mush. I can't believe I was fan girling over Aug.

Clearing my throat I stepped away and turned to the crowd, "Ladies and gentleman, once again Mr. August Alsina."  With one last applause and a tip of August's hat, the show went on.

I remained standing, glancing at the index cards in my hand. I was going to kill my assistant for writing this, though it wasn't a lie. " Up next we have New York's Hottest Giant, Mr. Daniel Ruez." The band played a tune at his entrance and the crowd went wild way before he even walked on stage. Their excitment matched my mixed emotions, through the roof.

Years may have gone by, but Daniel was still the same. Sexy as hell. Sure he changed a bit, his once boyish hair was cut low to his head fitting his manly image. He had grown facial hair back in college. It seems as the years went by he decided to continue to let it grow because he had a trimmed goatee and a five oclock shadow. College football had nothing on what the league had done to his body, all six four of his quaterback build walked on to the stage like it was a runway, his six pack in highschool had multiplied  itself by two and I couldn't help but to stare at all twelve of them imprinted through his form fitting shirt.

I felt the heat of the lights warm my face and I fanned myself with the index cards. Who am I kidding, it ain't the lights that's making me all hot and bothered.

Okay he changed alot, but one thing remained the same. His eyes, those hazel orbs stared back at me with the same intensity they've always held. I blew out a slight breath, how the hell was I going to make it through this interview without either, attacking his face, or running away. Heaven help me.

Gaining my composure,as he averted his eyes giving the crowd his attention, I watched how the ladies in the front row reacted to his presence. One girl in particular looked like she was ready to run up on stage if it wasn't for the security. These ladies were dehydrated and he was their cold glass of water. Him flashing winks and smiles was not helping the drought either. Sorry ladies no ones getting a drink of that one.

'Why not? He's not yours anymore Shyla, he never was.'

I shook that thought from my head, it's right. Those days are long gone. Im a grown ass woman and I don't have time to chase after little boys who don't know what they want. The past is the past.

Besides, being in the NFL, im sure he's quenched enough thirst to last us all a life time.

Still standing I reached a handout to shake his, " Mr.Ruez, glad you could make it." The crowd was quiet now with listening ears not wanting to miss a beat of what he said. Now I know what your thinking, How dare I hug August and give Daniel, who I've knows for years, a measly handshake. Let's just say, he better be glad he got that. Alot happened back in college that im still not over yet and one incident in particular has my blood starting to boil. I remember why we lost contact. Infact he wouldn't even be here if it was just up to me, but my team agreed that him coming would be good for ratings, so here we are.

He stared at my hand like it was a weapon, almost offened. Slightly shaking his head, his smile returned and he took me up on my offer, placing his hand in mine. "Glad to be here Ms. Reese." I raised an eyebrow, good keep it professional.