That Forbidden Love

And right there on the dancefloor, she felt it come undone, thrumming through her blood with every movement they made. Every wall he brought down within her soul.

They stopped moving after a while and stood there, hands still on each other and gazes unbroken as the music changed into an upbeat pop classic.

Jazmyn felt herself drowning further into the spell Zack wove like an expert magician. And would have still stayed trap right there if someone hadn’t pushed into her from behind, causing her to bump heavily into him.

“Are you okay, are you hurt?” Zack asked with rapid-fire as he broke her fall, drawing her closer into his arms.

“Yes, I think I am, thanks.” She could only whisper, feeling incredibly raw, vulnerable and needy all of a sudden.

“I think we should get going. It’s becoming a little cramped around here,” he said, seeming to read her mind as he looked around the gradually filling dancefloor.

Jazmyn burrowed closer into him as he led her out of the club and to the car. His body felt warm, heated and despite the summer’s elevated weather, she allowed herself to revel in it.

It felt strange just how connected they’d gotten in the short space of the evening and for the first time in a while, she struggled for what to say throughout the journey back to her apartment.

Zack on the other hand seemed to be comfortable with the silence. While one hand rested on the steering wheel, the other sought hers in the semi-darkness of the car’s interior and held on. The moment felt rather tentative, almost delicate like there were pent-up things to say.

Some unspoken expressions to communicate. They arrived at her apartment shortly and Jazmyn suddenly felt uncomfortable about letting him go.

“Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee or something?” She asked, unsure of herself and not wanting to appear somewhat demanding, yet craving his company for longer.

“I would love nothing more,” he replied, his eyes swirling with desire and so many other things she couldn’t decipher.

He was a guarded man. Hidden completely behind a wall of politeness and chivalry that it was almost hard to read him. And she badly wanted to.

She wanted so much to unravel him like the birthday gifts she’d yearned but never gotten as a child. To uncover every little thought and expression he kept closely hidden and bring them to light.

Her wine fogged mind wanted him badly in a manner she’d never wanted any man before and it was almost pathetic how much she wanted to be sure it was mutual. How much she needed it to be mutual.

Ushering him into her home, it was hard for Jazmyn not to feel shy about her alternative art designs and bohemian styled decor. She figured someone like him would prefer a more neutral and minimalistic living space rather than clutters and a juxtaposition of opposing colors, presenting a chaotic appearance.

Which was very much her life and her personality.

“Wow. Your house is quite… something,” he commented, smiling with interest as he looked around the living room. Jazmyn tried to see it through his eyes.

The wall-to-wall woven tapestries, with only a small bare space on the right where a wooden Grandfather clock hung, just above a dreamcatcher she’d woven all by herself.

Several pots of herbs and perennial plants tucked in every small corner and throw pillows; different shapes, color and sizes littered everywhere, with only a small space for the rattan chairs and tables by the wall.

A wooden spiral bookcase, overflowing with books, some opened and others piled haphazardly atop each other, leaving little to no space for her knick-knacks and doodads.

“It’s indeed something alright,” she told him, feeling her defense shore up almost instinctively.

“Just not everyone’s cup of tea. And speaking of teas; excuse me let me put the kettle to boil. Do you prefer a plain black or with milk?”

“Your home is beautiful, Jazmyn.” Zack’s words were sincere and stopped her in her tracks.

“It’s different, wild and eccentric; just like you are. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting differently.” In a flash, he was by her side and reaching for her hands, which were unknowingly balled into fists at her side.

“Look at me,” he commanded, leaving room for no protest or declination. She trembled at his closeness as she did, powerless against the force of his assuring gaze and unspoken will.

“You are so free-spirited and lively, yet sensitive and gentle,” he spoke close to her ears, awakening a myriad of new sensations in her body.

“It might seem like a crazy contradiction but it works because it’s you. I’ve never met anyone quite like you, Jazmyn. I’m simply enthralled.”

She looked up to meet his gaze.

“Shhh.” He hushed her with a finger to her lips, tracing the curves, bumps and rim of her mouth with his pad and sparking heat everywhere he touched.

“I’m sorry, Jazmyn, but we need to stop….” Zack spoke through an almost clogged throat, taking a step away from her.