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Losing It

Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: sunshinegal, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

be my first love. I don’t realise I am trembling until Mark envelopes me in his warm, comforting arms. “Hey, are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m just a little shaken,” I whisper. “If you’re not up to it, we don’t have to go,” he murmurs in my hair, but I shake my head, pulling away from him. “No, I’m not going to let him ruin tonight,” I say, determined. I then realise he is staring at me like he has never seen me before. “What?” I ask, feeling slightly self-conscious. I feel his gaze travel from my face to my neck down to my pink-coloured toes and back up again, making me aware of how daring my dress is. But judging from his sultry expression, he looks like he is undressing me with his eyes. “You look perfect, Beth. So beautiful. I can’t wait to show you off,” he murmurs. “Aw, thank you,” I blush, shyly. ************************* The prom is being held in a posh hotel by the marina and everyone looks amazing. As Mark and I stroll into the hall hand-in-hand, people stop and stare at us. Whether they are staring at me or him, I’m not sure, but whenever I look at Mark, he is looking at me like I am the prettiest girl at the prom. When we finish dinner, the disco starts and the two of us separate to mingle with our friends. I am still talking to them when a slow song comes on. As I stop to see if I recognise the song, a gentle hand strokes my arm. “Want to dance?” Mark asks, offering his hand. “Would love to,” I grin, taking it and allowing him to guide me onto the dancefloor. As I ... give a little wave to my friends, they give me a look full of uncontainable delight. When we reach the crowd, Mark immediately takes me in his arms and we start swaying comfortably to the beat. I melt in the smell of his cologne and his strong arms holding me. His hands rest idly around my waist and as he pulls me closer to him, I can’t stop my head from resting on his chest. I soon feel his heartbeat quickening by my ear, his fingertips by the edge of my dress so he is just touching my bare skin. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in him and how it feels like it is just us, but soon, the song stops and Mark pulls away from me. He gives me an intense look, but from how his green eyes have darkened, something tells me not to be afraid. “What is it?” I ask. Biting his lip, he takes my hand and without a word, he leads me onto the deserted balcony outside of the hotel. It overlooks the marina that is illuminated by the clear moonlit sky. We lean on the railing, facing each other. He begins to look nervous and starts fiddling with his bow tie, untying it before undoing the top button. The sight of him slightly dishevelled makes my mouth dry and I swallow loudly. “I thought I would be cooler than this, but here goes,” he says, taking my hand. His thumb idly stroking my knuckles, he tilts my chin to direct my gaze at him. “I really like you, Beth. I have done for a while. I always thought you and Morris were together, but when I heard you and he were only friends, I took a chance and ...