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"I've been away at Harvard for the last 6 years, I take The Bar Exam in September," he said boldly, as if he thought this would impress me, which it did! He smirked knowingly.

"You must be very smart," I said teasingly, looking up at him.
"I got an Academic/Athletic Scholarship to State, I start September 3rd, I turned down Brown and Stanford, they are too far away from Gram." I said bluntly, not really wanting to go into it.

I think he could tell, he quickly added, "I saw a bunch of pictures of you in Lanes' room, he told me all about you, I saw you as Homecoming Queen, I saw you as a little girl, I kind of got to watch you grow up on his bulletin board." he smiled, but faltered, fumbling with his words, "he... he told me......," he said hesitantly, as he stopped, embarrassed where he had taken things.

I looked back up at him,"Yes, it's all very tragic, I often wonder how and why I survived," I whispered, closing my eyes and shaking my head, looking down, he pulled me closer.

"I......I didn't mean to upset you," he spoke slow, like it upset him, tightening his grip. "I'm sorry....I" he whispered, shaking his hea.

"It's okay..." I said looking up at him with teary eyes. "It was a selfish moment, I just really miss them, that's all" I said trying to sooth him.

As I looked up at him through watery eyes, he leaned in just a little.

I could see his lips part and his eyes darken, glancing down at my lips. I bite my lower lip, a blush creeping slowly up my neck. He clenched his jaw and went another route, whispering in my ear.
Did he really want to kiss me? He was so close, I could feel his breath on my neck, and when my breathing hitched, so did his. I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes to recover.

"Would you dance with me? I will be on my best behavior, unlike your previous partner," he asked grinning.

My God, I thought, yes I'll dance, just don't let me go.

What the hell am I thinking.....

"Yes...that's very funny," I answered giggling.

Who was this handsome stranger that already had my thoughts going places they had never been before?

He took my hand and led me with one hand on my lower back to the dance floor, and my breath caught again. I hope he didn't notice, but the corners of his mouth turning up told me otherwise.

I quickly looked away, blushing.

A slow song was playing and as his hands wrapped around my waist, I had to take a deep breath. My hands found a place around his neck, as he pulled me to his chest. I could hear and feel that his heart was beating rapidly, just like mine. When I looked up at him through my lashes, I had to bite my lower lip. Plain flat beautiful...

Tall, he towered over me

(Will I have to be on my tippy toes to kiss him?)

What the hell am I thinking?

Broad shoulders & Strong arms that felt protective and possessive over my body,

Firm hands that held me tightly, but so carefully. (Like I'm a porcelain doll)

Smooth flawless skin, just begging for me to touch it,

Bright green eyes, that I keep finding myself dreamily lost in.

Dark wavy hair, a lil long,
(looking like he just ran his fingers through it) Can I? My God, I have finally gone mad, I thought. This beautiful man has my non-existant hormones are in overdrive.

A crazily chiseled jaw that demanded respect, but didn't frighten me, not at all.

(I wonder what his skin would feel like against mine?)