with you. It was so very kind of you," for good measure. I promptly spun on my heel and entered the ballroom where my guests were waiting, and found the first available guy I could latch onto.
It just so happened that the guy was Spencer Alexander. Spencer had been my savior five months earlier when he stepped up as a favor to my parents and escorted me to my debutante ball. He was three years older than me and handsome as homemade sin. He stepped up again that night and became my savior for a second time. He danced with me, escorted me around the room and made sure I spoke with all of the "important people" per my mother’s request. Most importantly, he laughed and teased me to distraction.
As he took me into his arms for a slow dance late in the evening, he mentioned Daniel for the first time. "You know you deserve better than him, right?"
I remember how I gave him the look that so many stupid teenage girls have perfected. That 'Yeah right, I-have-low-self-esteem-and-never-deserved-him’ look. I truly believed it as an irrefutable fact back then.
"I just thought we were in love, you know?" I whispered. My eyes got misty as I spoke. "It hurts to know that evidently he didn't care enough about me to keep from coming here with my own cousin."
He tightened his grip on my hips and we swayed quietly to the music. The songs changed, and when ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar came on, his face took on a new look of tenderness. As if the fates were striving to kill me, Daniel and Mary Anne ended up on the floor by us; their bodies pressed closely together, her cheek pressed to his, his hand on her lower back and his eyelids half closed as I saw him whisper words into her ear.
Twisting my head away from their flagrant PDA show, I glanced up at Spencer and wound my hands behind his neck, clasping my fingers tight. I noticed his eyes dip down to my chest and realized that by raising my hands, I had allowed my cleavage to put on a show for his private viewing. I didn't care. In fact, I actually shrugged my shoulders up and down a little - trying to push my top down some more. It worked.
Spencer's hands went from holding my hips to winding around my back and pulling me flush with his body. The heat in his eyes flared as he looked down at me.
"Do you actually know what you're doing, Savannah," he breathed raggedly, "or are you as naive as I think you are?"
Shrugging, I tilted my chin up and looked at him through my lowered lids. ‘Bedroom eyes’, Cosmo called it, and I was putting the two hundred word lesson into full effect. I was damn naïve, but that night I was hurt and wasn't about to let Spencer know how inexperienced I really was.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," I purred, running my fingers into the hair at his nape.
"You're playing with fire."
"Do you plan on burning me?" I teased; biting my lip.
His hand clenched at my back, his fingers digging through the thin material of my gown, while the other slowly stroked up my spine to rest between my bare shoulder blades. "God help me, I don't want to, Savannah."
"Can we get out of here?" I begged.
Indecision flickered over his face for a moment before he nodded and took my hand. In a moment of weakness as he pulled me away from the dance floor, I looked over at Daniel and Mary Anne. Daniel was watching me with narrowed eyes, and I smiled sweetly at him before turning away.
As we walked toward the exit, I grabbed a bottle of champagne that was sitting in a bucket of ice in the corner of the room. Spencer shook his head and chuckled, taking the bottle from me and taking a quick swig before handing it back. We left the club through a back entrance that came out closer to the parking lot. Spencer intertwined our fingers and we walked quietly to his little black sports car, hand in hand. After a few long pulls of bubbly from the bottle, my frantic nerves began to calm.
When we reached the passenger door, Spencer took the bottle from me again and stared into it. It was
It just so happened that the guy was Spencer Alexander. Spencer had been my savior five months earlier when he stepped up as a favor to my parents and escorted me to my debutante ball. He was three years older than me and handsome as homemade sin. He stepped up again that night and became my savior for a second time. He danced with me, escorted me around the room and made sure I spoke with all of the "important people" per my mother’s request. Most importantly, he laughed and teased me to distraction.
As he took me into his arms for a slow dance late in the evening, he mentioned Daniel for the first time. "You know you deserve better than him, right?"
I remember how I gave him the look that so many stupid teenage girls have perfected. That 'Yeah right, I-have-low-self-esteem-and-never-deserved-him’ look. I truly believed it as an irrefutable fact back then.
"I just thought we were in love, you know?" I whispered. My eyes got misty as I spoke. "It hurts to know that evidently he didn't care enough about me to keep from coming here with my own cousin."
He tightened his grip on my hips and we swayed quietly to the music. The songs changed, and when ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar came on, his face took on a new look of tenderness. As if the fates were striving to kill me, Daniel and Mary Anne ended up on the floor by us; their bodies pressed closely together, her cheek pressed to his, his hand on her lower back and his eyelids half closed as I saw him whisper words into her ear.
Twisting my head away from their flagrant PDA show, I glanced up at Spencer and wound my hands behind his neck, clasping my fingers tight. I noticed his eyes dip down to my chest and realized that by raising my hands, I had allowed my cleavage to put on a show for his private viewing. I didn't care. In fact, I actually shrugged my shoulders up and down a little - trying to push my top down some more. It worked.
Spencer's hands went from holding my hips to winding around my back and pulling me flush with his body. The heat in his eyes flared as he looked down at me.
"Do you actually know what you're doing, Savannah," he breathed raggedly, "or are you as naive as I think you are?"
Shrugging, I tilted my chin up and looked at him through my lowered lids. ‘Bedroom eyes’, Cosmo called it, and I was putting the two hundred word lesson into full effect. I was damn naïve, but that night I was hurt and wasn't about to let Spencer know how inexperienced I really was.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," I purred, running my fingers into the hair at his nape.
"You're playing with fire."
"Do you plan on burning me?" I teased; biting my lip.
His hand clenched at my back, his fingers digging through the thin material of my gown, while the other slowly stroked up my spine to rest between my bare shoulder blades. "God help me, I don't want to, Savannah."
"Can we get out of here?" I begged.
Indecision flickered over his face for a moment before he nodded and took my hand. In a moment of weakness as he pulled me away from the dance floor, I looked over at Daniel and Mary Anne. Daniel was watching me with narrowed eyes, and I smiled sweetly at him before turning away.
As we walked toward the exit, I grabbed a bottle of champagne that was sitting in a bucket of ice in the corner of the room. Spencer shook his head and chuckled, taking the bottle from me and taking a quick swig before handing it back. We left the club through a back entrance that came out closer to the parking lot. Spencer intertwined our fingers and we walked quietly to his little black sports car, hand in hand. After a few long pulls of bubbly from the bottle, my frantic nerves began to calm.
When we reached the passenger door, Spencer took the bottle from me again and stared into it. It was
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