Chad started talking to us, my friend from way back and I. He showed that lovely smile of his and every so often, our eyes would meet. When it did, he would give this half smile and bite his lip. It was as though he knew a secret and was having a hard time containing himself. His brown eyes were almost hypnotic, singing to my inner consciousness with promises of kisses and such. There was something dangerous about Chad. There had to be. How can a person you just met lower your defenses like that? His presence felt surreal, as if he was a part of a dream. Did he know how much he affected me with every smile and every slight touch? It was almost too much to bare. "Sing to me, my angel. Don't tease me with your eyes anymore. Let me taste you, let me hold you. You are my Queen and I am your King. Meet me by the moonlight, my Love." He must be in my head, cause it's his voice I hear singing. Who are you, Chad Moon? Why do I feel I'd give up all I have just to be with you? He gave my friend and I one last smile, then walked away. I could feel the ache of my heart the further he was away from me. My head started to spin, my body temperature still high. How can this be? Did Chad's presence throw off my equilibrium? Lord knows, I only had one drink. As the night went on, my friend started to get a little too touchie with me. I didn't want to be rude, but I started to feel very uncomfortable. Just before I was on the verge of yelling, Chad came in between him and I. He held my hand and took me to the dance floor. He rescued me from what could have been a very awkward situation. Chad looked me in the eyes and I could feel the warmth of my body again. His eyes began to sing to me once more, "I will keep you safe, my dear. You belong to me, The King of the Night."
Dedicated to: Ms. Del Ponte
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