Last Dance
This is just another short passage about me and Zack, as requested. If you haven't read Gone, read it, plz, and comment.
The low, flickering candlelight and otherwise soft darkness was perfect for the sweet Spanish and occasional English melodies being played from the speakers. The whole hall was draped in deep, rich red and ebony black colors. Small circular tables were set out all around the edge of the room with neat black lace tablecloths and roses set in cranberry vases. The assortment of beautiful foreign and English people around intimidated me slightly until Zack squeezed my hand firmly.
"You are the most beautiful from them all, mi carino." He whispered close to my ear as we entered the ball. It was held as a special, valentine's ball by the Spaniards in our town. I shivered whenever Zack spoke Spanish to me, and I shivered now. He shrugged a strong, protective arm about my shoulders and led me to a table. "You look absolutely precioso tonight." He added, helping me shrug my black jacket off.
He threw his own jacket over the chair where mine was, pulled my purse from my hand and placed it on the seat. "Absolutely precioso." He repeated, leading me to the dance floor. I didn't think I had made too much of an effort - smoky eyed make up, clear lip gloss and blusher, my hair down and curled to perfection. I wore a red halter necked dress with no back. It tucked in at the waist and fell in soft folds to just above my knee. It was tightened just under my chest, and gave the impression I had a perfect body. I wished. But I had brought it especially for the occasion because of it. "Can we dance?" he asked, already pulling me toward him on the wood board dance floor.
"Yes." I smiled and answered anyway, looking up to his gorgeous eyes with my own sparkling ones. Just as I said that, the track faded out and changed. Daniel Bedingfield's 'If you're Not the One' filtered out of the speakers. Zack looked at me and we both chuckled.
"This night is destined to be perfect for us, carino." He said as we began to sway to our favorite track, his arms circling my waist in the same tight grip that mine were in around his neck.
"Uh huh. Well, it'd have to be. For the perfect couple." I replied quietly, keeping the running joke that we were destined to be together forever as the perfect couple. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. Then he twirled me out and in so my back was to him. He grabbed my hands and hugged me from behind so that I was holding myself as well. He lowered his mouth to my neck and pressed his lips firmly to it, spreading hotness and electric currents through my body. Gently, he swept my hair to the side in a burning gesture only to lower his mouth into the crook of my neck again just as the chorus started. He began to sing quietly in his beautiful, strong voice, translating the words to Spanish.
"No quiero huir,
Pero no puedo entender,
No lo entiendo,
Si no estoy hecho para ti, entonces
¿Por qué mi corazón me dicen que soy yo?
¿Hay alguna forma que yo pueda permanecer
En sus brazos?"
His voice was thick and husky, as filled with emotion as my eyes were. I let him cling to my waist as he almost whispered the beautiful, heartfelt words into my neck. Then, after a long time and another chorus of just English and slow swaying with eyes closed, as Daniel began to sing that one line that meant so much to me, Zack whispered that softly, too. Even my shaky Spanish could understand what he was saying.
"Y Te amo ..." The tears finally began to trickle out of my eyes. He turned me around and I saw that his own eyes were glistening, but the tears hadn't spilled like mine. He reached down tenderly and with a slightly callused thumb, wiped a few away. Then he leant down and pressed his lips to mine softly, like our first kiss, when we were just experimenting. But this time, I knew he meant every word he said in that song. Because a few days later, he did go away from me. And maybe, somewhere deep in our hearts, we knew it wouldn't last. We were too deep in love, everything was too perfect... He was my one and only and I expect I'll learn to love again...but my boy, Zack Antonio Santos, will always be first place in my heart. Always.
"You are the most beautiful from them all, mi carino." He whispered close to my ear as we entered the ball. It was held as a special, valentine's ball by the Spaniards in our town. I shivered whenever Zack spoke Spanish to me, and I shivered now. He shrugged a strong, protective arm about my shoulders and led me to a table. "You look absolutely precioso tonight." He added, helping me shrug my black jacket off.
He threw his own jacket over the chair where mine was, pulled my purse from my hand and placed it on the seat. "Absolutely precioso." He repeated, leading me to the dance floor. I didn't think I had made too much of an effort - smoky eyed make up, clear lip gloss and blusher, my hair down and curled to perfection. I wore a red halter necked dress with no back. It tucked in at the waist and fell in soft folds to just above my knee. It was tightened just under my chest, and gave the impression I had a perfect body. I wished. But I had brought it especially for the occasion because of it. "Can we dance?" he asked, already pulling me toward him on the wood board dance floor.
"Yes." I smiled and answered anyway, looking up to his gorgeous eyes with my own sparkling ones. Just as I said that, the track faded out and changed. Daniel Bedingfield's 'If you're Not the One' filtered out of the speakers. Zack looked at me and we both chuckled.
"This night is destined to be perfect for us, carino." He said as we began to sway to our favorite track, his arms circling my waist in the same tight grip that mine were in around his neck.
"Uh huh. Well, it'd have to be. For the perfect couple." I replied quietly, keeping the running joke that we were destined to be together forever as the perfect couple. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. Then he twirled me out and in so my back was to him. He grabbed my hands and hugged me from behind so that I was holding myself as well. He lowered his mouth to my neck and pressed his lips firmly to it, spreading hotness and electric currents through my body. Gently, he swept my hair to the side in a burning gesture only to lower his mouth into the crook of my neck again just as the chorus started. He began to sing quietly in his beautiful, strong voice, translating the words to Spanish.
"No quiero huir,
Pero no puedo entender,
No lo entiendo,
Si no estoy hecho para ti, entonces
¿Por qué mi corazón me dicen que soy yo?
¿Hay alguna forma que yo pueda permanecer
En sus brazos?"
His voice was thick and husky, as filled with emotion as my eyes were. I let him cling to my waist as he almost whispered the beautiful, heartfelt words into my neck. Then, after a long time and another chorus of just English and slow swaying with eyes closed, as Daniel began to sing that one line that meant so much to me, Zack whispered that softly, too. Even my shaky Spanish could understand what he was saying.
"Y Te amo ..." The tears finally began to trickle out of my eyes. He turned me around and I saw that his own eyes were glistening, but the tears hadn't spilled like mine. He reached down tenderly and with a slightly callused thumb, wiped a few away. Then he leant down and pressed his lips to mine softly, like our first kiss, when we were just experimenting. But this time, I knew he meant every word he said in that song. Because a few days later, he did go away from me. And maybe, somewhere deep in our hearts, we knew it wouldn't last. We were too deep in love, everything was too perfect... He was my one and only and I expect I'll learn to love again...but my boy, Zack Antonio Santos, will always be first place in my heart. Always.
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