The Wild Rose

The First Day...

The First Day...

He saw her from across the room and her beauty unnerved him, it was then that he realised that she was the one. She was pure and innocent; a rose amongst thorns with her auburn hair, creamy white skin and red, plump lips she was the image of perfection. He would stop at nothing to have her. She smiled and laughed at what other people were saying to her, it made his heart clench in jealously. Why couldn't he be the one to make her smile and laugh like that?

As though feeling his eyes on her she glanced up at him. Her eyes locked with his as she sent him a small, shy smile. That was all the invitation he needed taking a deep breath he smiled back at her and stared walking towards her. He saw her excuse herself from the conversation she was having, he wondered what her next move would be. She glanced over to him yet again before beginning to walk to him; he couldn't take his dark eyes off of her ruby lips they remind him so much of the roses that grew down the river all bloody and wild.

Her pale skin was set off by her emerald coloured satin dress that had a tight bodice which went in the hips before flaring out and pleating in various places. He still couldn’t help but compare her with a wild rose, especially now that her body was covered in green. He wondered if she knew what a vision she looked tonight. Although, going by her cautious behaviour he would say that she was none the wiser and actually didn’t want to draw attention to herself. This seemed like a pretty impossible task considering she was easily the most beautiful woman in the room.

 
Once they had met in the middle, he really studied her profile. Her beautiful blue eyes spoke volumes to him, she was more innocent then he had imagined; yet she wasn't afraid of him and he was drawn to her.

“Hello…” her sweet melodic voice rang out to him. “My name is Eliza Day, I’m pleased to meet you sir” she smiled at him once again waiting for his response.

He nodded his head taking her small hand in his hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss watching as a hot pink blush rose from her chest to her cheeks “I’m very pleased to meet you Miss Eliza Day” he stated letting go of her hand and missing the warmth of her immediately “I am Lincoln Smiths, although my closest friends call me Linc” He explained.

“I’d like to be your friend if you let me…” she said quietly clearly rather apprehensive of his answer, she played with her auburn hair, her innocence shining through to him bringing him a step closer to her.

He boldly took strand of her silky hair that she was playing with between his fingers running them through the length of it in admiration. “I’d quite like it if you'll be more than just my friend. If I may be so bold” he stated confidently.

She giggled as yet another blush warmed her face “A handsome man like you would like me to be more than a friend?” she asked more to clarify things in her own mind.

He nodded and smiled “Of course, who wouldn't want beautiful woman like yourself to be on his arm?” he watched her reactions carefully as she chewed on her lower lip that he wanted so badly to kiss.

“We shall have to see Mr Smiths” She quickly retorted, clearly never have flirted with anyone before now. He smirked at her before offering his arm and inclining in his head to the dance floor telling her what he getting at without uttering a word. She took his hand without hesitation and followed his lead as he twirled her and turned her around on the wooden dance floor in perfect time to the music.

The spell between them was captivating and neither of them wanted to break it, nor did they want the night to end. As the party began to wind down Eliza stood on her tiptoes, whispering into Linc’s ear. “Come to my room shortly, you go up the stairs, turn left and mine is the last door on the left by the bay window” She chewed her lip, wondering what he would think of her. “I’m not a hussy; this isn’t the sort of thing I normally do… I just feel a connection with you, I can’t explain it…”