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could no longer see her, she
could clearly still see Scott, standing where she had left him by
the door. Tony had thrust a beer into his hand and he was laughing
at something somebody had just said. She could hardly tear her eyes
away from the way his thighs pressed tightly into his jeans.
    Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. She
excused herself from Donna, leaving her with a group of friends to
slip out onto the back porch. She fanned herself with her hand.
Where was all the air?
    There were only a few people sitting
talking in the darkness and Lorraine gladly poured herself a glass
of wine. She leaned against the white railing that surrounded the
verandah, sipping her drink and listening to the happy voices
coming from inside the house.
    It wasn’t long before Donna discovered
where she was. “Scott’s asking after you,” she said over her
shoulder.
    “What?” Lorraine’s eyes widened.
“Why?”
    She shrugged as though she had no idea,
but grinned all the same. “I think he wants to dance with you. Word
is the couples want some slow music on.” She took Lorraine’s hand
and began to walk back towards the house.
    Lorraine pulled back, not moving from
her spot. “Donna, wait.” Her friend stopped and looked back at her
questioningly. “If you’re shitting me—”
    “No, I’m not,” Donna said quickly. “I
wouldn’t. Not when it’s so obvious how you feel about him.”
    “Is it that obvious?” Lorraine laid her
hand on Donna’s shoulder.
    “Oh, come on, this is me you’re talking
to.” She shrugged. “Besides, you sleep talk.”
    Lorraine blushed deeply, knowing that
she had indeed been known to sleep talk. But just what she could
have said about Scott, was beyond her.
    The music changed to a slow song, one
that was a personal favourite of Donna’s. Tony approached them and
Donna went into his arms, not unlike several couples on the dance
floor.
    Lorraine headed for the sanctuary of the
kitchen but knew straight away it had been a mistake when she saw
Scott standing in the doorway between the kitchen and lounge. The
impact of his gaze stopped her in her tracks momentarily and she
quickly attempted to push past him. She felt his large, warm hand
on her shoulder and she turned slowly. Unable to meet his gaze, she
waited, looking straight ahead at the smooth brown skin of his
chest. He placed his other hand gently under her chin and tilted
her head back so she had to meet his gaze. He smiled, a warm
crooked offer of friendship that made Lorraine’s heart thump so
hard she thought he must be able to hear it, even over the loud
music.
    He took her hand and led her to the
dance floor, pulling her into his arms as he turned back to
her.
    Lorraine felt breathless as their bodies
moulded together in time to the music. She felt his thighs beneath
the thin denim material pressed firmly against her own warm hips,
and a tiny shiver passed down her spine. His shallow breath was hot
against her forehead as his arms found the slim round of her waist
and her own arms encircled his neck, her head finding rest below
his right shoulder.
    After dancing like this through two
songs, she felt him move away slightly. She lifted her face to his,
and his lips connected with hers in a soft kiss. Once, twice, three
times their lips met in a lingering kiss, until Lorraine felt
giddy.
    Without a word, Scott led her through
the crowd and out onto the back porch. They were alone in the
darkness and the cold air wrapped around them like a blanket.
    Scott bent and kissed her once more and
they moved closer. Lorraine felt she couldn’t get close enough to
him. His strong arms held her body next to his, pulling her even
closer still. His lips travelled down her neck, tasting the creamy
skin of her throat. She let her hands wind into his tousled
hair.
    “Scotty, telephone,” someone yelled
through the open window.
    “Damn,” Scott murmured as he put his
head up and looked into Lorraine’s eyes.
    She gave a warm smile. “I won’t