Forever Yours (#2) by Deila Longford Read Free Book Online Page A

and flops me low against the floor, leaning in and
trying to kiss me in the process. I pull back and push him forward,
pretending that I didn’t notice his attempt. He smiles at me and
then he pulls me close, sliding his hands across my stomach and
then reaching up and running his fingers through my loose and messy
hair. My eyes are blurry and the heat in here is torture, I pull my
hands free from Ryan and I lean in and tell him that I need a
break.
    “ I need some air,” Ryan nods and then he pushes me forward as
he begins to walk –he has misunderstood me, I need air, but I need
it alone, away from you. I turn to face him and he looks annoyed
that I have bumped into him. I awkwardly pull back from him,
tripping in the process. I am now lying on the dance floor, my head
is resting against the hard wood and I burst out laughing at my
clumsiness. Ryan kneels down and gives me his hand; I carry on
laughing whilst Ryan picks me up off the floor. He places his hand
onto my back and he quickly ushers me out of the bar. The cool air
hits my face and suddenly my laughing stops. The night is cold,
dark and beautiful. The night sky is dominated by shining stars and
a full moon. I gaze up, wondering and dreaming about Dalton. My
body is bursting with alcohol, but it still isn’t enough to numb
the pain of being apart from him. I miss him and I need him –where
is he?
    It’s as if god has heard my prayers –Dalton is walking across
the parking lot, with his dark blue jeans and black leather jacket
fitted onto his perfect body. My eyes can’t adjust and I can’t
control my desire for him. I run as fast as my feet will carry me,
towards him. He sees me and for a brief second, a smile comes to
his face. I rush up to him, wrapping my drunken arms around his
neck. I squeeze him and he inhales my scent.
    “ You smell like beer,” he says as he pushes me away from him –I
am stunned. He looks mad at me and now my anger is building. I let
out a squeal and Dalton edges closer to me, locking his red eyes on
mine. I jump back from him, but I am not scared, I am just mad at
him.
    “ What’re you doing here?” I snap. My face is hot and my lips
are shaking –I want to kiss him, but I am mad at him, remember
Rose?
    “ I’m here because you can’t be trusted to be alone.”
    “ What is that supposed to mean?” Dalton runs his fingers
through his hair and he lunges forward and grabs my arm. I struggle
and I try to pull my arm free, but his grip is too powerful and I
can’t move him. He looks angrier than I have ever seen him before
and I don’t know why. Surly he isn’t mad at me, I haven’t done
anything to offend him or have I? My mind is foggy and I can’t even
remember why I was so mad at him in the first place. I try to bring
my mind back to when we were in the diner, but my mind doesn’t want
to let me remember. I close my eyes, hoping that it will trigger
some memory, but it doesn’t, my mind is just a haze. Dalton is
staring at me, with his white lips and red eyes. Is he mad because
he is hungry?
    “ You know that Nicholas is dangerous and that he was furious
with us, so why have you insisted on coming here tonight?” Now I
know why he is mad.
    “ It’s … my friends … birthday,” I say, my words are slurred and
I can hardly keep my balance. I fall against Dalton’s chest and a
deep moaning sound is forming in his throat. He wraps his arm
around me and he drags me into the bar. My eyes focus on the dance
floor and at the flashing lights, Charlene and Elliot are dirty
dancing and Ryan is talking to some girl –thank god he’s found a
new toy. Dalton sits me down at a small table at the back of the
room. The disco lights are still flashing and my head flops down
onto the surface of the table as I can no longer stare at their
dizzying speed. Dalton pulls my hair away from my face and he leans
down and looks into my eyes.
    “ I’m going to get you a drink, stay here.” I let out a groan
and he gently