My nerves are shot.
My heart is a forest fire engulfed in flames that can’t be extinguished.
I whisper his name into the darkness, “Elijah.”
He smiles and in a few strides, he’s standing in front of me. He’s so close that our bodies are almost touching and I swear I can feel his body heat radiating on to me. He touches my face, runs his fingers through my hair and it’s like the moment he touches me…
Every feeling.
Every kiss.
Every emotion.
And every memory that I ever had involving him comes flooding back to the point where there are so many thoughts and images running through my mind that I feel like I need to turn it off.
He leans in close, his lips a breath away from mine as I gaze into the most beautiful set of bronze eyes that I’ve ever seen. He runs his thumb across my lips and I’m so overwhelmed with happiness and emotion that I forget how to breathe. “Adelaide.” My name sounds like music leaving his voice-box and it’s a tune I know that I’d happily listen to repeatedly. His lips graze mine gently in a teasing way and then he lets out a sigh. He places his forehead against mine. Then he says, “Well, Mrs. Watson. Do you remember me, now?”
And I respond with, “Yes, Mr. Watson. Yes I do.”
Lost and Delirious
(Aurora’s Story)
Prologue
Edward has a dazzling smile.
It glimmers, glistens, and blinds me as he weaves through a sea of couples, making his way toward me. He looks dapper and handsome in his white tuxedo, trimmed in black, his wavy blonde hair parted on the side and secured in place by the salve he uses. He locks eyes with me and his smile widens.
My heart beat picks up.
Starts racing.
A nervous flutter whips through my stomach.
My cheeks flush, red and ripe like the tomato plants in mother’s garden.
I fiddle with the hem of my full, pink chiffon gown, and twist my hips back and forth in a subtle motion. The Drifters croon, filling the gymnasium with a soft and slow melody, setting a mood of ambiance.
A disco ball hangs overheard, glittering, trailing along the neutral walls of Hale High’s gymnasium. The twinkling afterglow hits various colors of streamers hanging down from the rafters of the ceiling.
I never thought I’d see this moment.
I never thought we’d get here.
I never thought I’d be here, with Edward, at our junior prom.
The moment he reaches me, he takes me in his strong, muscular arms and dips me back, a glint of desire in his vibrant blue eyes. He leans in closer, and closer and my eyelids drop down out instinct. I think he might kiss me. I think when our lips touch the overwhelming yet emotional moment might be the turning point for us. I know and feel that I’ll fall deeper. He’ll no longer be just the boy I’m going steady with. He’ll be the boy I love.
But he doesn’t kiss me.
His lips touch my ear.
His warm breath, caresses my neck and brings out a gasp from my throat, his scorching touch bleeds through the thin material of my dress and sets me on fire with an intense burning of want. I do the best I can to keep him from seeing the effect he has on me. I don’t want him to know that his simplistic touch leaves putty in his firm hands.
But my body betrays me.
My eyes open wide and I know by the cocky smirk on Edward’s lips that he knows he’ll be my undoing.