The Dancer

This kiss was softer, sweeter, deeper, because I now knew what to expect. The quick rush of heat in my blood, the lightness in my head and the fast paced beating of my heart.

I took it all in, putting it away for later when I was alone. When I could take it out and look at it again and try to figure out what all of this really meant, if anything.

I kissed her until she was no longer stiff in my arms, and her body melted into mine. Until she returned my kiss reluctantly at first before letting herself give in.

Only when I felt her tremble did I let her go. I didn’t need to say anything as I looked down at her. We both knew that she’d enjoyed my kiss so there was no room for her to deny it; ever.

Funnily enough, although I wanted to jump her, I wanted even more to take my time. I wanted to know everything about her. Who she was, where she came from, what she liked? She made me want.

I may not have known why I followed her here tonight. But I knew I got more than I’d hoped for or expected. She’d returned my kiss, something that pleased me immensely.

I’d crossed that line in the sand, the one I’d drawn for myself. Whatever I did next would decide where this was going. If I would let shit take its course, or turn back before it was too late.

Chapter 14

I stood there looking down at her hating that in a few minutes I was going to be leaving her in this place. She didn’t belong here either.

Isn’t it strange that the one I wanted to take care of would fight me tooth and nail, while so many others had wished for me to show them even an ounce of this care?

Don’t rush Max. I knew that with her I’d have to take things nice and slow. That she had as many barriers as I in place. We’ll have to see whose will is stronger.

I realized that I was already thinking of her as mine. And because of that it was hard for me to leave her here. The shit is going to fuck with me all night I’m sure.

With one last peck on her lips I stepped away, but found it hard to take my hand away from her face where I’d been holding her in place.

This time I let her lower her eyes, fascinated by the changes in her. When I’m touching her she seems

to become a whole different person, going up in flames in my arms. But once I let her go she reverts back to form.

Already I could see the fire in her eyes as she got ready to blast me with that tongue of hers again no doubt. I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of how much fun it was going to be getting to know her and all her many sides.

I looked around the squalid surroundings one last time before turning to the door. Yes I hated leaving her here, but knew she’d never agree to go home with me, not yet.

As I turned the flimsy door knob in my hand, I promised myself that I was going to get her out no matter what she had to say about it. This was no place for her.

“Lock the door behind me and don’t open it for anyone. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left before it became too hard to do so, and waited until I heard the chain slip into place and the lock turn, before jogging back down the stairs.

All the way down I had to fight the urge to turn around and go back. I even played around with the

idea of sitting downstairs in the car to watch over her. I really had it bad if I was contemplating that shit in this hellhole.

I could handle myself fine, but since I went pro I never forget the words of my manager at the time. He’d warned me about the shit I would face now that I was a man of means.

The fact that people would go out of their way to start shit just so they could get some judge to lighten my bank account.

Growing up it was my life I had to protect and worry about. Something I took care of by staying the fuck out of trouble. Now I have to worry about people just fucking with me to get paid.

Tony the worrier was waiting for me right outside the main door to the building instead of sitting in the car like I’d asked him to.

“At least you made it out in one piece. I don’t see any knife wounds. What, she was feeling mellow?” He looked me over with a grin.

“Shut up Tony and take me home.”