62. Delia
Sixty Two
Delia
A s we walk hand in hand towards the venue, I can’t help but feel a sense of completeness.
The night air is filled with anticipation as we approach the grand entrance. The soft glow of fairy lights illuminates the pathway, casting a magical spell that seems to envelop us in its ethereal embrace. Langdon’s hand, warm and reassuring, holds mine tightly as we navigate through the crowd of excited students.
Inside, the prom hall is a sight to behold. Elegant decorations adorn every corner, transforming the space into a dreamlike realm. The air is filled with laughter, music, and the sound of dancing feet.
Langdon leads me to a secluded corner, away from the bustling crowd. He pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket and opens it with a gentle flick of his wrist. Inside lies a delicate gold necklace, crafted with vibrant colored stones in emerald and sapphire that match my gown perfectly.
My breath catches in my throat as I gaze at the nicest piece of jewelry ever gifted to me. It sparkles under the soft glow of the lights, reflecting the love and thoughtfulness Langdon has put into this gift. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as I realize how lucky I am to have him.
“Langdon, it’s beautiful,” I say, my voice filled with awe and gratitude.
He grins, his eyes twinkling with joy. “I wanted to give you something that would remind you of this night forever.”
In that moment, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect prom date or a more perfect prom night. The journey we’ve taken together to get here. The ups and downs of senior year and family crap and work to this magical evening.
Carefully, Langdon fastens the necklace around my neck, his touch gentle and loving. As he steps back to admire his handiwork, I feel a surge of confidence radiate through me. With every beat of my heart, I know that this is a night that will be etched in my memory forever.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice filled with emotion.
Langdon’s eyes meet mine, filled with an overwhelming tenderness. “No, thank you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible amidst the music and laughter surrounding us. “Thank you for always bringing out the best in me. ”
I feel my cheeks flush with a mix of happiness and bashfulness. Langdon has a way of making me feel like the most important person in the world, even in a room filled with people. His words touch my heart in ways I struggle to put into words.
“All of you,” I say.
“All of you,” he replies.
“What’s going on over here? Why aren’t you bitches dancing?” Niko yells over the music while clapping Langdon on the back.
“We just got here,” I say. “We were just checking everything out.”
Hailie and Campbell appear arm and arm and I roll my eyes. Please don’t ruin this night.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Hailie asks Langdon. I narrow my eyes at her but nod sure , to Langdon. Hesitantly, he steps away with her. Hailie puts a hand on his forearm and Langdon pushes it off. Rage bubbles in my gut. Hands off lady. Campbell slides up next to me.
“Hey. Don’t sweat. She just wants to apologize to him. She’s here with me.”
Glancing at Campbell I force a tight smile. “Ok. Whatever.”
“No dude, we were kinda shitty to you. All of us. And…I’m sorry. No bad blood?” He holds out his hand to me. In a month I will probably never see him again or Hailie. And I guess late is better than never. I lean forward and hug him instead of shaking his hand.
“Sure. No bad blood,” I say.
Hailie shoots me a look but it’s nothing compared to the look Langdon is giving. I almost laugh at the blatant jealousy he clearly feels.
“Langdon,” I say, “wanna dance?”
Hailie grins and before I can stop her she’s tugging me onto the dance floor and soon we’re followed by Langdon, Niko, Campbell, Lyra and Miles. And we’re all having fun. We’re all smiles and energy and laughs.
As the night unfolds, we sway to the music on the dance floor. In between dances, we steal moments of laughter and stolen kisses, creating memories with friends that will last a lifetime.
The hours slip away in a blur of joy and euphoria, making time seem both infinite and fleeting all at once.
As midnight approaches, the DJ announces the last dance of the night—a slow song that resonates deeply.
The xx .
Langdon pulls me closer, our bodies pressed together as we sway.
“We still good for Miles’ house after?”
I nod against his chest not wanting to lift my head from it. He squeezes me tighter to him.
** *
Miles’s parents are staying at a hotel for the night. They said a small after-prom party was allowed. I don’t think they had this in mind. The entire senior class plus dates are here it feels like.
His basement had been converted into a crazy party. Bodies undulating, prom goers in corners making out. Music blaring and lights flashing.
Langdon takes my hand and drags me upstairs.
“What are we doing?”
“Just follow me,” he says. He takes me to the second floor and starts pushing open doors until he finds the one he apparently is looking for.
“Langdon, no. Not in one of their bedrooms,” I chide.
“It’s the guest room. No one sleeps in here. I asked.”
“Gross! You asked Miles?”
A slow, lazy grin sweeps over Langdon’s face. “Yeah. I did. You look good enough to eat. And when else was I going to have time to get you alone tonight?”
Heat pools low in my belly as he pulls me all the way into the room and shuts the door behind us—locking it.
I’m backed up against the edge of the bed. He looks so handsome it seems unfair. Pulling me flush against him his hands go to the back of the dress and the zipper starts to give. He slides the straps over my shoulders, giving me chills where his fingers trail until my dress is pooled at my feet. I’m not wearing a bra and this apparently pleases him very much as his eyes rake over my breasts. He slides my panties off. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, forgetting about his bow tie until I’m struggling to get the dang thing off.
Langdon helps, then strips his pants down. He leans me back until we’re on the bed and slowly lowers his upper body and takes my erect nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue sends waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh my god, Langdon.” He grins up at me. I smirk. “Use your teeth a little.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I widen my eyes at him. He smirks and gets to work.
“The other one,” I breathe. As Langdon’s mouth moves from one breast to the other, I moan in displeasure at the loss, then a quick intake of breath as his mouth takes hold again.
I push his head down, letting him know I want more. Hoping that he pays attention to body cues like that. He does. He slips two fingers inside me as the tip of his tongue flicks back and forth across my sensitive bud while his other hand falls to the back of my thigh. My body coils—building pressure and need.
He stops what he’s doing, and he lifts me upward. My legs wrap instinctively around his hips, and he re-positions himself right at my warm opening. I suck in a sharp breath of air as his cock enters me.
A whoosh of breath leaves his lungs. He roots deeply in me and thrusts. The pleasure I feel is inexplicable. Watching his pupils dilate, knowing he’s feeling all this because of me , the way his heart pounds in his chest. In this moment, I don’t ever want him to pull out. I don’t want to disconnect.