Lovers In Bodie✔️

3

I wanted to just go home the moment we had arrived in the dance pavilion. The place was packed with a lot of people, especially couples. The dance had started and I could see couples dancing in a slow sensual song. I could see Marina one of my friend flirtatiously dancing with a man about her age. She was in a white, silk gown that flowed like a water fall around her voluptuous body. The man twirled her gracefully and she huffed and laughed with him. I glanced at John Wyatt who was surprisingly holding two glasses of wine.

" Do you mind if I give you a drink? "

" Yes, I do mind. I don't drink actually."

" Oh quite ironic for a man who spends most of his time in the saloon."

" It's not like I don't like it, I just don't like the idea of me getting drunk. "

Actually even if I was surrounded with booze, I hadn't really drunk myself to death. I hate drunk people, especially my dad. He would become a twisted man when booze takes over his body. And I didn't like to be that kind of person.

" Just one swig. Come on I thought you come here to have fun. "

" No thank you." I rolled my eyes.

" You're a sissy." He pressed.

I was caught off guard and looked behind me. Damn this man was really stubborn.

Was he planning to get me drunk so I could confess my sexuality to him?

I was starting to get annoyed by his nosiness.

" Come on." He persisted.

I gritted my teeth and grabbed the glass.

I looked at him with annoyance and gulped the liquid.

I winced.

" What do you think?" he asked.

" Sweet and at the same time bitter." I grimaced.

He burst out laughing, his laugh was vibrating through his chest.

"You're impossible."

My heart warmed because of his smile or was it because of the drink? I didn't know. I just hoped that it was because of the drink that I had.

" Hey mate, that woman has been eyeing you since we arrived. Might as well invite her to dance with you."

He gave a slight nudge on my shoulder and whispered on my ear saying, " Go."

My heart screamed from the contact.
What the....

" Aye ." I recomposed myself. What had just happened, it was like I was struck by a lightning.
It was just a mere nudge from his shoulder to mine but my body reacted in a way that was weird.

My thoughts were incoherent.

He snapped his fingers and pushed me to the woman.

The way he grabbed my shoulder was so damn sensual that it gave me goosebumps.

I was now consciously walking towards the girl, I was trying to hide my damn erection.

I trudged towards the woman uneasily.

No one in my life had given me chills before, no one but him, John Wyatt.

" Good evening, beautiful. May I know your name?" I tried to sound confident and manly.

" I'm Shannon." She gave a bright, flirty smile.

" I'm Ricky. " I returned the smile.

" May I have a dance with you? "

" I would love to." She threw me a coy yet flirtatious smile.

I led her to the center of the dance pavilion. I held her hands awkwardly, I didn't have any knowledge on how to dance especially with women. I was scared that I would step her feet and become a laughing stock in here.

" Put your hands on my hips. " She said as she snaked her hands around my neck. She smelled fresh and sweet.

" Just move your feet and follow the music." She must have noticed that I was no expert at dancing.

"You're a beautiful man, Ricky." She breathed and I was caught off guard with her statement. Was she flirting with me?

My gut clenched in uneasiness.

" Aye, thank you. You are beautiful too. " I managed to reply.

She smiled and drew her head closer to my chest where it rested there. I planned to push her away but John Wyatt was looking towards us, grinning from ear to ear. I had the impression that he was making fun of me, laughing at my awkwardness.

I was annoyed with myself because I had felt disgusted by this kind of intimacy with a girl.

We danced in awkward silence.

We were still dancing on the slow music but my eyes were looking at John Wyatt. He was having fun dancing with an elderly woman. How come he did not pick a much younger girl? He was laughing hard with her like they were having a mother and son relationship.

John Wyatt was indeed handsome.

Even if I was dancing with a woman who was so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off of John Wyatt. Much to my annoyance, I had to admit that I was really attracted to him. And worst falling in love?

Wait what no.

I ditched the thought.

The music had stopped and another song played.

Shannon glanced at me before she narrowed her eyes. She looked offended.

What did I do?

" Thank you but I think I need to go."

" Wait, Did I boring you?" I asked her.

Her eyes held a menacing look. But she was trying her best to be friendly and calm.

" No, I had fun. " she said glumly. Then took off.

She must have expected me to kiss her.

I glanced at the pavilion and everyone was indeed kissing their partners.
But they were couples.

We're not even far from friends.

Oh I saw Renan and Britney and they were not even couples but they were kissing. A pang of guilt pricked in my heart.

I must have offended her.

I didn't even give her a kiss on the cheek.

I scanned the crowd looking for John Wyatt.

I was becoming weary from all these things. If he hadn't brought me here, I would have finished reading Shakespeare's book.
What happened to your plan on flirting with all the girls? My subconscious reminded me. Shut it.

I spotted John Wyatt.

And the place went blurry. Or just my vision. Something coursed in me. My heart was pained.

Darn it.

Why was he kissing so passionately with that girl? She was kissing to a girl now who was about the same age as him.
My heart was pricked with needles.

What was I feeling?

I felt a deep anger towards the action, towards the girl. To the both of them. No, no way.

It isn't, I thought.

But my subconscious betrayed me no matter how I buried the word in the realms of my brain.
My thought was taunting me, slapping me with the words " You're jealous."

I gritted my teeth and balled my fist.

Truth is, yes I was. Without even thinking I flee out of the place.
Leaving John Wyatt and his whore behind.