25. Prologue
Prologue
Emma - January
The music vibrates through my body. I can feel the sweat dripping down the curve of my back as I sway my hips with the beat. I feel hands wrap around my waist and I already know they aren’t his.
They’re not big enough. The fingers aren’t gripping tight enough. And he always wraps one around my neck just how I like it. So, I already know it isn’t him, but I also know his eyes are glued to the scene in front of him.
The jealousy courses through his body the same as the music vibrates through mine.
By closing time, I’ll have him. Just how I want him.
He’ll watch me sit at the bar as I make a show of drinking the glass of water he inevitably leaves out for me once everyone else is gone. He’ll walk around the room, cleaning tables and lifting chairs. But his eyes will never leave me as my hands roam over my body, rubbing an ice cube along my collarbone. Something that drives him insane with need.
When he’s done, he’ll shut off most of the lights before stalking over to me, ready to trace the path of the ice cube with his tongue.
I will squeeze my thighs together in anticipation of the dance we do most nights I’m home since we started over the summer.
And as good as the dance is, I’m getting tired of dancing in the dark.