Come Share My Love - By Carrie Macon Page 0,16

to move away but his big arms encased her and she realized she wasn’t going anyplace. He even went as far as to put her hand around his waist as if they really were a couple. She had to admit though, it felt oh so right.

They continued to talk about last night. Zackary dominating most of the conversation because Shyla was either too shy or just didn’t want to talk.

“Shyla, I’m very serious about my position. I want us to get to know each other, spend some time together when we get back to the states see where these feelings lead us. I know that you feel them too. We have known each other for quite some time and you’re always running when I come around. And I seriously think that your arguing with me at our every meeting is a maneuver to keep me away.” Shyla still had not said a word. She was a talker so what was this silent treatment thing.

“Does this have anything to do with Felton and Essence? They don’t need to know until you’re ready for them to know.”

He stopped walking still holding her hand.

“Let’s stop for a minute. Look at me. You’re not saying a word. I’m just talking and talking and you’re not saying a damn thing. Since when did you not have a voice? You always have something to say.”

She froze. He had no right to curse at her.

“I feel like I’m talking to my damn self. It’s like you’re saying to hell with what I have to say. Could you please be a little more responsive?” They just stare at one another. “My God, can you please say something?”

She was still in shock and her anger was just at the boiling point.

“Why are you talking to me like this?”

“Because it seems as though it’s the only way to get your attention. I didn’t force you to come out here. You could have said no.”

She tried to snatch her hand out of his but he wouldn’t let go.

“Don’t ever talk to me that way again. You don’t know me like that. And if you did you’d know that I don’t take kindly to people talking to me like I’m some kind of idiot or using that type of language because trust me I can curse like a sailor too but I choose not to. Now let me go.”

“No.”

“No? Did you just say no?”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“Zackary, I am trying really…hmm.” She pinched the insides of her eyes together. “Please let me go.” He could see that she was getting more upset but it was at least some kind of reaction. He let her go but they weren’t finish yet.

“Why are you acting as though last night meant nothing?”

“It was just a dance and a kiss Zackary.” She knew it was more than that but what good was it to acknowledge when she had no intentions of responding to it, should it happen again.

“Just a dance Shyla? Just a kiss?” he shook his head. She couldn’t have meant that. “So it meant nothing to you right?”

“That’s right. It meant not-”

He grabbed her before she could continue her sentence and before she could react he forced his lips upon hers. She didn’t pull back or try to get away. In fact she gave to him as good as he gave to her. The kiss meant more than what she was letting on. They both felt it. They both wanted more. She opened her mouth to him and let his tongue explore her mouth just as she did to his. She moaned and moved in closer. He pulled her farther into his embrace and she welcomed it. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he threaded his hands through her curls and latched on, not ready to let go. They were hungry for one another. This was just the beginning. He would have her completely. When he pulled back and looked into her face her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen, her face gleamed. She was beautiful, looked like she had just been made love to.

“That one meant nothing either?”

She had to catch her breath while wiping the smudged gloss from around the outside of her lips. Why couldn’t he just leave it where it was? He had to question her and she had an answer for him.

“Nothing.”

“You’re a liar and a coward. No one kisses another person the way you just did if the kiss meant nothing.”

She turned and walked