We faced each other for a beat or two. Then he placed his arm
around my shoulder and took my hand in his, positioning his body a respectable
distance away. We danced, slow and reserved at first, but as the singer’s wails
intensified, so did Charlie’s moves. His hips swayed from side to side, and he
inched closer to me, smidgen by smidgen, until his pelvis ground against my
Our bodies melded, moving together in perfect synchronicity.
Side to side. Back and forth. He moved his hand to my lower back and pulled me
closer. I took in a quick, sharp breath. He
“You know, baby,” he murmured, “You and me have more than
chemistry. We have fire. Not the easy kind of fire you can make from a box of
matches, but the kind of fire you get when you rub two sticks together. I’m all
yours if you want me.”
The world around me blurred as if I were watching it through
thick lenses. I imagined Charlie’s lips against mine. I imagined him shirtless,
propped above me, his triceps bulging as he slowly lowered his chest—mine
rising toward his, beckoning him closer. He groaned a low animal-like sound. It
drew me to him.
And I wanted him bad.
I wanted our bodies to burn in Hell together for all
What was happening? Had I lost my mind? I wasn’t ready. Was
Spasms of panic surged from my loins to the deepest recesses
in my brain. In a sharp snap, the imaginary lenses cracked, and through the
broken glass was a clear image of a boy with kind eyes and a halo of yellow
Keir was my angel, and I was dancing with the devil. A devil
who would betray his brother. A devil who would convince me to betray him as
I shuddered and pressed my free hand, fiercely against his
shoulder. He clutched me tighter.
“Charlie, please. We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he demanded.
I took in a long, ragged breath. “Because I don’t want to
hurt Keir. He likes me.”
He forced a laugh and loosened his grip. My hand slipped from
his, and he leaned toward me. His chin brushed against my cheek, and flesh
bumps shimmied down my spine.
“That was the right answer, New Jersey,” he whispered in a throaty voice. “Welcome to the gang.”
Antony, an aspiring Renaissance woman, never shies from a challenge. Not only
does she have a degree in the Liberal Arts, she has a degree in Automotive
Technology. She currently works in the IT department at a local Charleston
hospital. Susan lives with her teenaged son and two behaviorally-challenged
Cairn Terriers. To maintain her sanity, she cherishes her Friday evenings dancing
the night away!