Forsaked

She fluffed her short hair consciously
Her breaths quickened as he met her gaze across the dance floor
Turning her gaze away, she swayed more confidently, with a new found swagger
Casting a sideways glance she saw him looking at her with morbid fascination
Her stomach fluttered as he walked in her direction
Her heart slamming wildly against her chest
He walked in closer
She could smell the citrus cologne teasing her senses
Her mouth went dry as he offered her his long fingered sinewy hand
She wiped her sweaty hands on her thighs
And watched with horror as the ruby mouthed woman standing behind her
Put her hand in his, gingerly
Her long cascading tresses falling at her slim back undulating perfectly with his every move
Her cheeks flushed with mortification
Of thinking that he could ever choose her
Over her
She fluffed her short hair consciously
And continued to dance
Trying hard not to look back.