No one riles up Tracy Weiss like her brother's best friend, Mark Bishop. It doesn't help she has brought an unwanted childhood crush for him into adulthood.
Mark Bishop is intent on doing the right thing when it concerns his best friend's sister, e...
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Tracy
Slowly Mark held me and we swayed under the darkened dance floor. The dress I had chosen to wear was soft and felt flimsy against the warmth of his closeness. I wanted to stay in that moment with the steady beating of his heart against my ear but the song ended and he relaxed his hold on me. I didn't want to move but I managed to somehow.
"Thanks," I murmured feeling like my senses were still wrapped up in his hold and I was still trying to detangle them. His expression was unreadable.
"It was my pleasure." The sound of his voice made a shiver race up my spine. His eyes stared into mine and I was lost. His eyes caught the glitter of the lights and they had never looked for striking.
"Um yes." I swallowed. My tongue felt tied. It didn't help that none of my thoughts were coherent and if I kept talking I would make less sense. It was best to get away before I made a fool of myself. He remained on the dance floor as I backed away before hurrying to my table.
I had an excuse of getting my camera and made a concerted effort to concentrate on taking more photos of my family as they dance, ate and drank. I loved to watch people and take photos. There was something magical about catching someone in the midst of an emotion when they had no idea it would be photographed. A snap shot of a moment in time.
I got a few more of my brother and Sarah. At first I had been more than skeptical of their budding relationship but despite all those misgivings I have never seen him so happy and content. The way Sarah looked at my brother showed that she was in love.
I sighed, studying the photo I had taken of them wistfully. Would I ever find someone I could love openly like that and have someone look at me that way as well?
After going through some of the photos I realised I hadn't gotten many of Sophie. I got my camera ready and scanned the dinner area but she wasn't on the dance floor or at the table. Where could she be?
Then I spotted her in the corner by the entrance talking to Mark. My hand shook with the camera while I watched them talk. Not everything was about me but I still felt uneasy while I kept my attention on them.
They didn't talk for too much longer before Sophie walked away. When her eyes met mine I knew their conversation had something to do with me. I knew her well enough to be able to read what she didn't say out around.
When she reached me we sat down and I pretended to show her some of the pictures while we talked.
"Mark knows there is something going on," Sophie murmured pointing at the picture on the screen.
Any hope I had hung onto that he was going to buy any of my lame lies went up in smoke.
"What did he say?" I asked, feeling irritated he wouldn't just leave it alone.
"He said he is worried about you and wanted to know from me if I knew of anything going on." I was annoyed that he was resorting to trying to pump my sister for information.
