Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Lark

I take Shiloh onto the dancefloor, trying to get her to see how she makes me feel but it just seems like she is adamant on never being mine. I guess that I can’t blame her, seeing how she looks at me but it kind of hurts. I don’t think having sex with someone is meaningless, and I want it to be everything between us. I wonder why she doesn’t feel the same way.

Placing my hands on her waist, I just hold on and make sure that she feels precisely what she does to me as our bodies move in sync with the music. I know that people are staring at us but I can’t bring myself to even look their way, not even giving a damn about them and trying to just do for me right now. I know how ridiculous it might sound but I do know there’s no way that I’m going to hold back at this point because there’s no way that I’m going to let it happen this way. I know what I want and I know what I need, and right now I just need to prove to her that she wants me just as much as she wants me.

My stomach is churning, making me think that maybe something is going to come from this. I couldn’t be entirely certain about this, making me wonder what is going to come from this. Something is burning inside of me, trying to decide what to do about it. It is making me wonder what might come from this if it might end up happening if I can do whatever I can to make her mine.

“How are you enjoying the party?” I ask her softly, seeing how she looks up at me with confusion.

“It’s okay. I wish that we would have broken this off already but I’m sure you just have to play the part for a while.” She grumbles, making my heart ache because she is so adamant on pushing me away, “sorry, that might sound a bit rude but I do know that it just has to be this way. Okay?”

I couldn’t be certain about what was going to come from this, making me feel a bit nervous because I couldn’t be certain about what was going to come from this. I don’t know for sure but I do know what I want to do but I know there’s only so much that I can have come from this. My stomach is churning from the nerves raging inside of me and a part of me wants to do everything to make her fall for me.

“I know, but don’t you think we do have a good connection?” I finally ask her, seeing how she peeks up at me, “I know you want your freedom from your parents but wouldn’t it be a good idea to have someone like me as your husband? You will be able to do whatever you want, and I can give you everything. You wouldn’t have to worry about your parents and I can promise you that you would be happy by my side… Don’t you think?”

She doesn’t look too sure, pursing her lips, “I know that you think that you want to be with me but you don’t. You’re just interested because I keep rejecting you. Although do I think it would be an interesting experience and do I think that we would work well together? Of course, but I also know being with you isn’t going to be easy and I know that it is possible that I would lose my entire freedom. I’m sorry.”

It hurts for me to know this, but I can’t be sure about what is going to come from here. It makes me wonder what I could do to make her realize it would be a good idea for us to be together, but I couldn’t be certain about what I am going to do about it. I hold her closer, trying to be more intimate as we are dancing together. She moves against me, making me painfully aware that this could be the last time that we are so close together. It hurts but I know what I want from her and I just want her to be happy so I can understand if she doesn’t want me.

“Spend one more night with me.” I whisper in a hoarse tone, “Then I will break it off.”

She looks up at me with wide eyes, “Really? You promise?”

I nod slowly, “Yes. You have won so it doesn’t matter.”

She looks a little confused before it dawns on her what I mean by that. She stares up at me with wide eyes, as if she is trying to process what is going through her head right now. I couldn’t be sure but I did know that there was going to only be a hundred percent about what is going to come from it. I hate that she seems so excited for me to break things off with me.

She cups my face in her hands and she kisses me in front of everyone. It makes my heart skip a beat, staring at her with surprise because I didn’t expect her to do that at all. I kind of thought that she would do something more to me, making me purse my lips because I couldn’t be entirely certain about what was going to happen between us but I did know that there was no way that I was going to allow her to walk away from me because I can’t let her walk away from me.

I will have to convince her one way or another to make her mine.

This might be my last chance…