Slightly different spin this week to celebrate Saturday Centus number 10 – we’re allowed 200 words, whoo, hoo!! But it has to be on a romantic theme.
I know I haven’t been around for a couple of weeks and I haven’t looked back at the prompts I missed – deliberately so as not to kick myself if I missed an opportunity!
Anyhow, onwards. I hope this completes a little more of ‘my’ story. Remember – the ‘I’ is not me – it’s totally fictitious! The prompt is in bold as usual.
The other entries are here
The party was in full swing by the time I entered the room, I darted in between the guests as discreetly as I could, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. There was a wonderful cacophony of noise surrounding me but I managed to hear a very distinct ‘Ahem’. When I turned around I was startled to meet a green-eyed gaze which completed a perfect face. My heart raced and my breath became short, I could feel my face warming, knowing the resultant colour would give away my feelings. ‘Would you care for some air, you seem rather, umm warm’ The voice was velvet perfection.
He took my elbow and gently led me outside to the cool late summer breeze, I knew I shouldn’t even be there. Certainly shouldn’t be alone with him and his reputation, I wondered why he had picked me out. Was it because he knew I shouldn’t be there? Was I a challenge? Another conquest to make? Before I knew what was happening I was in his arms, powerless to resist the pull of his lips to mine. I knew it was wrong. But it felt right. I didn’t tell him about you until you were two years old. We were fine, you and I. We didn’t need him.