Save The Last Dance For Me
save the last dance for me
hoya/nicole
romance | 852 words
He watches her from the far corner of the room, calmly taking a sip of the cocktail drink that had been prepared for the party guests. A small smirk forms on his lips when he sees a tall, lanky guy approaching her and whispers something into her ear. The corner of her lips curves upwardly as she nods her head and takes his hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.
He takes another gulp as he eyes them carefully while they prance around the big space together, hand in hand, smiling sickeningly at each other.
You’re jealous, a voice in his head says.
No, I’m not.
You’re a coward.
Shut up. I am not a coward.
Why don’t you go up there and steal her away?
Because I’m the last person she wants to see right now.
Coward.
He slams the glass down on the table, startling the other guests who are hovering nearby. He manages a quick smile as apology and strides over slowly towards where the pair is dancing now.
He wipes his sweaty palms against the back his pants, racking his brain for the right words to say. But he’s never been good with words - precisely why he had lost her in the first place.
He’s not good with words, he’s not good with feelings...he is simply not good at expressing his emotions.
But he’s always been one to jump the gun though.
Just when he’s about to take a step forward, another male has now capture her attention, and she’s already agreeing to another dance so readily.
At this rate that you’re going, you’re not having a dance with her tonight.
He grits his teeth in annoyance.
Stop it.
I will, once you man up and claim her.
That does it.
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She giggles as her partner spins her around, but the smile falters on her face when she falls into another person’s arms.
“What are you doing here?” she demands as he calmly takes her hand in his and puts his other arm around her waist. She remains stiff and rigid in his embrace, but he’s confident that she will melt soon enough.
There is no way she could’ve forgotten all their memorable dance routines together.
“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m on the guest list too,” he replies nonchalantly and swiftly turns her before catching her back again.
As much as she wants to resist it, she can feel herself softening undeniably under his sharp and intense gaze. That, has always been her weakness after all. She can never bring herself to say no to those pair of warm, piercing eyes.
“Tell me...” he continues, when she doesn’t say anything else. “...when was the last time we had danced together like this?”
“Not that I remember,” she answers coolly and tries to break her gaze away so that she wouldn’t be so mesmerized. “Let me go.”
“Uh uh...” he murmurs softly as their bodies sway lightly to the soothing music. “I’ve been watching you the whole time, dancing with those other guys. This last dance is mine.”
“You don’t deserve one.”
“But you’re still here.”
She tries to yank free out of his grasp, but it appears that he a strong and firm grip on her. “Don’t do this, please.”
She looks up at him. “I don’t want to see you anymore. I thought I’ve made that clear last time.”
“That’s a lie. You and I both know it.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Shall we dance beneath the moonlight?” he asks instead, totally ignoring her earlier question. Without waiting for an answer, he leads her out of the room and into the night’s dark, starry sky.
“Stop this,” she whispers as they continue to dance away.
He sighs deeply, and bores his brown orbs right into hers. “I’m sorry. I truly am, for everything.”
“Sorry does not fix everything.”
“Then tell me what do you want me to do, and I’ll gladly do it for you.”
“Stay away from me,” she braves herself to say, even though she knows that’s probably the last thing she’d ever wished for.
“I don’t think I can do that,” he says regretfully.
“Why?”
“Because...” he pauses to spin her around for one more time, before pulling her back in close - her lips just an inch away from his now. She fights to keep herself under control, and it takes everything inside of her not to be tempted.
“...I love you,” he says softly, his hot breath tingling her already flushed face. “I. Love. You.”
She has never heard him say those three words before, and it’s the only thing she’s been dying to hear from him. Maybe, it was a little petty to have broken up over a matter like that - but to her, it was the most hurtful thing he’s ever done. She didn’t feel like he actually loved her, and it just messed up her naturally insecure self.
But now...why is he saying it now?
“I don’t want to lose you,” he tells her, as though he heard her silent question. “Not again, not ever.”