Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,10
his eyes off Shyla. He liked the way she moved her body to the music. But he did not like the way that her dance partner was looking at her body. Zackary had a mind to go knock his eyes out of socket but he wasn’t a brute. He did however want to claim Shyla as his own. Their eyes met. She didn’t falter. It was like she was dancing just for him. Inviting him to come unto her and be one. He smiled and she smiled back. Then Sandy and another woman walked up to him, rubbing her hand up and down his arm and a little too close to his chest. That killed the mood. Zackary could see the disappointment in her eyes. She turned and continued dancing with her partner.
“Sandy. Betty. What can I do for you?”
“Will you dance with me? I really like this music,” Sandy asked.
“Since when?” Zackary responded disbelievingly.
“Since Betty and I went and took dance lessons earlier today. Come on Zacky.” She pulled at his arm. “It will be fun,” she smiled up at him almost like a small child in search of approval.
He smiled back. “Sure. Come on.” He pulled her by the hand to the dance floor. She was bouncing up and down as they went.
The song ended so Shyla thanked the gentleman for the dance as he escorted her back to her table. Kemah was sitting there and she had noticed the way Shyla was dancing toward Zackary. She saw the way they looked at one another and she knew for sure that Shyla was holding out and those two would eventually get together. It may not be tonight but sometime in the near future their paths would collide and they would have no way of keeping their relationship as it was.
Shyla dropped herself into her seat so hard it startled Kemah.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong, now?”
“Nothing,” she felt hot tears sting her eyes.
“Then why do you have tears in your eyes?”
“It’s not tears. It’s the wind,” she gulped and took a napkin from the table to dry her eyes and forehead from the falling moisture. “And that seemed like a workout. Do you think we are going to get a storm? I heard that a tropical storm is the worst. It’s a good thing we didn’t go to the Keys like we started too, huh?”
“Shyla! Girl, the wind isn’t even blowing that hard. I think you’re a little upset because finally you had Zackary just where you wanted him, paying some attention to you and you felt comfortable with him, then little Miss Sandra walked up and spoiled the mood.”
“Sandy!”
“Whatever! The point is she spoiled the mood.”
She looked over at Kemah. She was so right.
“Yes boo-boo, that’s what I believe. It was hard to miss and believe me I think he saw it too.”
“What am I going to do, Kee? I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to have feelings for him.”
“Well, I for one think it’s too late for that. Now dry your face because he’s on his way over here.”
“No!”
“Yes. Dry, dry, dry. He’s coming fast. He’s almost here. Right behind-”
“Evening ladies!” he greeted with a pleasant smile.
“Hello Zackary. This is a pleasant surprise. How is your trip so far? Having a good time with your friends? Where’s Sandra? I thought I saw the two of you dancing.” She was talking fast but it was to give Shyla time to pull things together.
Zackary didn’t know what was going on with all the questions but he made a decision to only answer one. “It’s been great but it could be better.”
“Better, than great?” Kemah asked. “How so?”
He grabbed Shyla by the hand. “If this beautiful lady would dance with me, I would be honored. Come dance with me, Shyla.” He didn’t wait for an answer because it wasn’t a question or a request. It was a, we are going to do this statement. He just pulled her onto the dance floor. The song was mild, a lot of hip action and upper body movements, then the song turned to a slow and sensual Jamaican mix. He gathered her into his arms and they danced as if they were making love. It was like they were the only two on the island, never mind the dance floor. They grind their bodies into one another and they could feel their hearts beat on time. Zackary pulled her even closer rubbing his hands up and