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shouldn't have mentioned but I have this terrible habit of rambling about things that bother me on and on and on kind of like I almost did just then and now. I'm gonna shut up now." Taylor turned, putting her head down, wishing she was at home in bed, where she was comfortable instead of here rambling on at this gorgeous piece of womanly tease no doubt sent here by someone or something to stir her back to life. Teasing her with his appearance only and then her having to watch him go.
         Chase was hot. Sexy as hell even. But this man in front of her was absolutely the most beautiful sight for sore eyes she had ever seen. Men like him, didn't talk to women like her or so she thought. She wasn't rich, not a size 4 anymore, just a decent plane oh Taylor.
         "Well, I guess I just need to make you forget whatever or whomever then. I'll work on the forgive part, later." Taylor had no clue how she went from looking at his eyes from a distance to just mere inches apart. She it only blinked when he had said those words and then he was right there in front of her. Almost nose to nose. Mouth-to-mouth. And if she'd had the balls she would have no doubt close that ends and took were her body wanted. No needed.
         "Come." He said as in war but it was more of a question in his eyes. She blinked fast trying to clear her eyes from whatever spell had come over them.
         "How did you do that?" That was fast, almost freakishly fast she thought.
         "Do what?" And then he narrowed his eyes at her as if he was struggling to see something? She wondered what the hell he was looking for exactly.
         "Move like that." Don't be coy with me dude. I know you did. Or maybe I don't. But that was fast. Like Superman fast.
         "Like what?" The look in his eyes and the scant grin on his face made her forget what she was asking. A little tickle hit her brain then the touch of his hand on her hip made her nervously tremble. She gasped a small amount of air and when his grip tightened and she felt his fingertips dig in softly.
         "It's just a dance." His words were smooth and comforting. His eyes looked in to hers as if he was reading her every thought. The slow shift of their bodies as he began to sway her back and forth, only made her bundle of nerves grow further, twisting and turning deep inside her stomach.
         Suddenly the thought of everything else in the world had cleared her mind. She was calm, stress free. The nerves quickly faded. The knot that had taken up residence in her chest was gone. Her eyes no longer burned from fighting back tears. The urge to smile was strong and suddenly took over. She had life in her body again.
         She began laughing loudly. Something she hadn't done in a long time.
         She was having fun. Another thing that didn't occur often. That in itself a very rare occurrence.
         She was her old self again and enjoyed just being her again. She wanted to keep dancing with this man. Damien. Her new addiction. Her version of Valium.
         The music faded from her hearing and it was like it was just Damien and her. Dancing. Nothing around them mattered. She felt free, released and energized.
         For the next hour they didn't stop dancing. She couldn't tell you what the music was like because she didn't hear it. She couldn't tell you what everyone was doing because she didn't see them. She didn't know what was done during that short hour because she never took her eyes away from him.                           
         She didn’t know who won the tonsil hockey match. Had no clue what color panties the woman wore. Didn't know how many people came and went. She just knew that she felt alive again in his arms and she never wanted to leave them.
         Dark, piercing, yet soft and brilliantly seductive eyes stayed locked with hers. They had complete and total control over her. Not that she minded it all one bit. Amazingly sexy