Who invited him? Shelby wondered.
She watched him surreptitiously, as she closed the liquor cabinet.
She took a quick gulp of the burning whiskey, and just for a minute the clock seemed to stop.
She took in his tall, hulking frame, electric blue eyes, and shock of black hair. He ruffled a hand distractedly through it, before somehow, he sensed her, looking at him.
She quickly looked away but not before a hot blush stole across her face. With disgust, she felt her pure lust for him; imagining herself lying under him, her own golden hair crowned upon the pillow.
Shelby swore softly under her breath as she realised he was now walking her way.
She turned and rushed out of the lounge, into the food store, hoping she could hide from him, in the kitchen. She wasn’t ready for this, all the turbulent emotions he was evoking in her. It was too soon.
From her concealment in the cupboard, she watched him survey the apparently empty room. He went to the sink, peeked out the window and across the lawn as though expecting to see her running through the grass.
Shelby realised she was holding her breath and silently, she prayed he would leave – look for her no more. Then she wouldn’t have to reveal herself to him.
She stayed strong in her resolve, even when she saw the single tear rolling down his cheek. It was nothing compared to the thousands she’d shed for him. If he wanted her back again, he had truly missed the boat this time.
Finally, he turned and left her in the darkness, and the party went on around them.
She slid down the wall, and reached for a packet of crisps.
By Sarah ©2018