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Caressed~4

Romance Created on 6-23-09 Views(311) Story Rating PG13
  • Chapter 4—
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  • “Wait, miss.” A baritone voice calls. My hands freeze on the handle bar and I begin to wonder if I should just leave or if I should turn and face the man. And I choose the second choice even though my knees buckle rather noticeable from under me.
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  • “S-sorry.” I stutter. “I must be in the wrong place! Silly me!”
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  • I force a laugh and attempt to open the door.
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  • “You’re here for dance lessons, right?” he presses, his fading hazelnut eyes seeing right through my guise. Sighing, I bow my head from both defeat and embarrassment. He smirks lightly—I suppose he knew from the instant he saw me that I was here for one reason—and beckons for me to follow him out onto the glistening wood floor.
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  • He points for me to stand in the line with the other dancers and I do so without questioning his methods. The girl next to me lets out a whisper of air that resembles something of a sneer.
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  • My cheeks flush.
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  • The man who had caught me sneaking out paces slowly out in front of us, hands on the small of his back, and lips sealed in a firm line. “Today we will be learning the tango, very simple and to-the-point.” He begins, stroking his scruffy chin. “But first, we have a new student. Would you kindly step forward, miss?”
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  • Suddenly my heart is somewhere in my throat and I stop breathing for what feels like hours until I cough violently, the group murmuring soft laughs. Glad they think I’m entertaining...
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  • Taking one step out of the line, I wave nervously, saying, “Hi. I’m... Robyn Le Doux.”
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  • I don’t know if it was either the awkward silence that followed or the silent yet ear-splitting jaw dropping that caught me off guard. Even the teacher is staring at me with wide incredulous eyes and a blank face.
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  • Have I said something wrong? Is it odd for a girl to have a boy’s name? It usually isn’t an issue with people. However, I’m beginning to have my doubts as the blasé silence drags on endlessly.
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  • A loud clap snaps me out of my reverie and I turn to see the teacher smacking his hands together smiling, the sense of skepticism in his irises despite his excited expression.
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  • “This is a surprise indeed!” he cheers and the students nod and smile in agreement, except one girl. “The daughter of the great, wonderful, Shelby Le Doux! My, this is amazing!”
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  • Then I catch onto his surprise and I groan inwardly. Of course, this is a dance studio, no duh they know about my mother being a champion dancer. Great...
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  • He insists on seeing my “skills” since I’m “The Shelby Le Doux’s” daughter. The last time I danced was years ago! And even then I didn’t do so well. Try as I might to deny his request, he turns out to be a persistent little wretch and is just as stubborn as I am and always will be.
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  • We continue to bicker when all of the sudden the doors slam closed and the soft thunk of rubber on wood echoes in the large room. Everyone’s eyes except mine flicker to the entering being and glaze over with awe.
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  • “Ah, there’s my star student!” the teacher beams with arms open wide. My arms cross over my chest and I heave a frustrated sigh.
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  • “Sorry I’m late, Mr. Crouse.” the person responds. Wait. Why is that voice so familiar to me even though I’ve only heard it once? Why does it send roused chills throughout my body and kick my heart’s thudding in high gear? It is just a voice, nothing more, so why am I sent into a flushing fit from the sound of it?
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  • My eyes seal themselves instinctively as the clatter of the shoes near me.
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  • “You’re just in time.” The teacher says. “Meet Robyn Le Doux. Robyn, this is Elliott.”
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  • A loud ragged gasp escapes me and I face the supposedly star student to see the name fit the face perfectly. Soft, curly, brown hair, turquoise-blue eyes, rounded—yet sharp—features, the face of Elliott Moore. The boy who I have tried so hard to find. And here he is, gawking at me with just as much surprise in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
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  • He smirks lightly at the same time as Mr. Crouse directs him to dance with me for the class. I turn to him and spit, “What?! No, no I can’t—”
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  • “Miss?” Elliott sticks his long, thin hand out for me to take, and I stare at him in horror. This is completely unfair! To put me on the spot like this was pure torture, and I pray that all of them got sores and blisters later. But then again they’re all pros so that’s least likely.
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  •  My hand slides into his and abruptly he jerks me against his chest. It was so...hard. Yet whenever I see him he looks utterly thin and weak, and I guess that’s why I’m so choked up about it.
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  • A firm grip alerts me and I look down to see his sprawled fingers gracefully etching their way up my back, and with every inch our bodies compress even more to the others. I can’t believe this is actually happening. Why me?!
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  • The notes of a Spanish melody fill the room and, on cue, he pushes me backwards slowly, our eyes locked and never breaking concentration. I feel his firm legs brush up against mine, his hips grazing my hips, and our chests kissing ever so lightly as he glides past me but keeps his fingers clutched at my waist. We spin smoothly and then switch direction and on the last step he twirls me until he catches me, lowers me—by then his gaze is smoldering—and slowly I sense his hand slithering up my torso.
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  • Oh god...

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On June 24th 2009 lovegurl90 Said: 
lovegurl90 ooooooooooooooooooooo i cant wait till the next one!!!!!!this elliott seems hot!!!!!!:Dlol
On June 23rd 2009 Airmed Said: 
Airmed that was cool im interested in reading what comes next
On June 23rd 2009 Eviiebaybee10 Said: 
Eviiebaybee10 next please :) x
On June 23rd 2009 lovetolust Said: 
lovetolust oh wow...