Out of the woods

We decided to move the furniture so we could dance

Baby like we stood a chance...

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"J-Jacob?" I manage to stutter out, my heart pounding violently inside of my chest.

I'm struggling to form coherent thoughts as Jacob, who is not being Jacob right now, stalks towards me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He has never looked sexier. I mean scarier. My brain is so muddled.

I unconsciously started backing away, and the back of my legs hit the sofa. He's still walking towards me, his eyes devouring every inch of my uncovered long legs.

I do not like being looked at as if I am a sexual object. I am feminist.

I am quite proud of my next actions. I stalk up to him snapping my fingers.
I point to my face. "Yoo-hoo eyes up here buddy."

He snaps his head up, and his eyes turn brown again. That is so insane. The lighting in this house is crazy. I wonder if it makes me look more tanned in here?

He flushes bright red. Good. He was fully checking me out and acting mega strange. I will never understand the male species. That is why I am so insanely proud of all my new besties, they are girls who are killing it. And I can understand them. And they treat me like a human being first, girl second. Unlike most men who see me only as a blonde haired singer.

"So umm are you going to explain to me what just happened? Are those your friends? They seemed so nice why did you send them away?"

"Uhh uhh yup those are my...friends. They don't know that YOU are here."

"What do you mean they saw me they seemed to know I was here."

"They know a girl called Taylor is here. They don't know Taylor Swift is here. I thought maybe you'd like to keep it that way."

"Oh. You're right. Thank you."

Usually people would be jumping to introduce me to everyone, showing me around like an elephant at a circus. I'm glad he considered my feelings. Most people don't think of me Taylor, the girl, but only Taylor Swift the celebrity. It's nice to have someone ignore that for once. But he seems very aware of who I am and how depressed it makes me. A few days before, before the accident that is, I actually wrote a new song that I want to be on my upcoming album.?It's about how difficult it is constantly being chased by the paparazzi. It's one of the darkest songs I've written so far.

My thoughts must have reflected on my face because the next thing I know Jacob is moving the couch and the coffee table, putting on some music, and asking me to dance. I sometimes go into a trance when I think about songwriting and then I don't notice my surroundings. This must've been one of those times.

Jacob holds his hand out to me, with a soft smile on his face, and asks me so quietly I have to strain forward to hear it, if I would give him the honour of this dance. I giggle like a little girl and nod my head, putting my small, pale hand into his big tanned one. I look up at him from beneath my lashes and blush at the intensity of his gaze. He places my other hand on his shoulder and grabs me around the waist, pulling me firmly towards him.

The soft piano notes from the classical station provide the only sounds as we stare into each other's eyes breathlessly and move around the room in a waltz. This boy can dance!

Our trance is broken by the music ending and we separate hesitantly. He blushes and thanks me for the dance, and I bow my head.

Jacob sits on the couch and, still holding my one hand, pulls me down beside him. For the next hours, that feel like minutes, we talk about everything and nothing.

Authors note:
Sorry my cousin came to visit from South Africa and I've had no time or energy to write.
It's short and sweet and I hope you like it. Merry Christmas!