Clearing Things Up

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“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

He glanced up from the book and grinned, making her heart skip a beat. “I thought you’d be pleased to see me,” he replied in that soft, deep sexy voice with a hint of a Spanish accent.

“Well, you were wrong,” she retorted. “And I’ll tell you something else. If I were the wind, I would blow you from here to Timbuktu.”

“Now, that’s not a very nice thing to say, is it, Querida.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? What’s the matter, Talitha?”

“Nothing,” she muttered.

“Something is wrong. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. What have I done to deserve such hostility.”

“Why don’t you leave me alone? Better yet, why don’t you go and bother your girlfriend, Juanita.”

His lips curled. So that was what had her in such a foul mood. He decided that he would play along for a while. “Juanita? What makes you think that she’s my girlfriend?”

“You were at Joanna’s party with her and the two of you looked very cozy. She could hardly keep her eyes and hands off you and you didn’t seem to mind at all.” She glared at him. She was tempted to snatch the book he was reading and hit him in the head with it.

“She is a very beautiful woman. Most of the men in the room couldn’t keep their eyes off her.”

“And you had a stupid grin on your face like the Cheshire cat. It was nauseating.”

“I’m sorry if my being there with Juanita spoiled your evening.”

“It didn’t,” she denied heatedly. “What do I care if you show up to a party with a woman hanging on your arm?”

His lips twitched. “I’m relieved to hear that you had a good time, then.”

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“I don’t have to ask you if you did. You and she were stuck together like conjoined twins and you danced every single dance with her.”

“I wanted to dance with you.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“I swear I did.”

“If that’s true, why didn’t you ask me?”

“When I tried to you gave me a nasty look so I thought it would better if I avoid myself the embarrassment of you turning me down. So, I had to admire you from afar. You looked stunning in that red dress, by the way.”

“I’m surprised you noticed.”

He put the book aside and got up. “Of course, I noticed,” he said as he walked over to where she was standing with her arms folded. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

She scoffed at him, her eyes flashing. “You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t believe you. It was Juanita you couldn’t take your eyes off. Why don’t you go to her now and leave me alone?” She turned her back on him, fuming.

The jealousy was eating her up. How she wished she wasn’t in love with him. How she wished she had never met him. How she wished…She stiffened when she felt his hands on her shoulders. She tried to pull away but he was too strong. She trembled when he pulled her back against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her back. Her heart began to pound and her breath quicken. “Please let me go.”

“No, not until I clear something up,” he muttered thickly. “Talitha…”

She closed her eyes when he pressed his lips against the side of her neck. “Sebastián,” she murmured.

He turned her around to face him and his mouth sought hers. They kissed for a long time before he raised his head and muttered urgently, his breath unsteady, “I swear there’s nothing between Juanita and me. Granted, she’s stunning but she doesn’t make my heart beat faster every time I see her. She isn’t the one I want to be in a relationship with.”

She stared into his eyes, feeling like she could drown in them. The honesty she saw in them, made her heart melt. “I believe you,” she whispered.

His response was to kiss her again.

Posted for February 2021 Writing Prompts – #12 – If I were the wind

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