Free Destined to Change by Lisa M. Harley

they were practically having sex on the dance floor. It was like a traffic accident I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t look away. It reminded me of an orgy, not that I had ever been to an orgy, but it’s what I assumed one would look like.
    Since there were no seats available at the bar, Jaxon ordered us a couple of drinks and we headed for a group of small tables nestled along the back wall. Jaxon placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to an empty table. His touch sent shivers up my spine.
    We sat across from each other and tried to talk, but it was so loud that we couldn’t hear ourselves think. We sat there for quite a while just watching everything going on out on the dance floor. There was this blonde skank rubbing all over some guy right in front of us. She had on a super short, strapless black leather dress that zipped up the side. The guy’s eyes were literally bugging out of his head. She was falling out of that dress and he was enjoying it. I couldn’t quit staring. I finally tore my gaze away and looked over to Jaxon. He was staring at me. He licked his lower lip, and I had to wonder what he was thinking.  Had he seen the show I had been watching?  Did he expect me to dance with him like that?  Uh, that wasn’t going to happen.
    I had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, and I wasn’t sure what these drinks were that Jaxon got us, but wow! They were yummy.  I was on my third yummy drink, when Jaxon stood up, leaned down and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Wanna dance?”
    I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows. I really didn’t want to get out there with all those...those... kids. Of course they probably weren’t really that much younger than me, but they were really making me feel ancient. And I was a little buzzed. I couldn’t dance when I was sober, let alone when I’d been drinking.
    “Sorry, but I won’t take no for an answer.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. It was a good thing he had a good grip on me, because my knees were wobbly.
    We were packed in like sardines. The song that was playing was so sexy. The beat was slow, but the rhythm was intoxicating. I had never heard it before, but all of the people dancing were just rubbing against each other.
    Jaxon put his hands on my hips and spun me until my back was against his chest. He started to move and I decided to just let the music take over. I enjoyed pressing up against him. I reached up and put my arms around his neck. This felt so good. I found myself hoping that the song would never end. But eventually it did. When it ended we didn’t stop dancing, but Jaxon did turn me around so that I was facing him. His eyes, wow , he had the most amazing eyes. I could look into them all day. They were brown with the most beautiful flecks of gold through them. The gold made them sparkle. I could see in his eyes that he was a little buzzed too.
    When he pressed me against him, I could feel him against my thigh. He was excited - and to be honest, I was too. I was silently begging him to kiss me. He leaned down and was so close to my lips that I could feel his breath, and then he stopped. He kinda shook his head, placed his hand in mine, and led me back to our table.
    The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We made small talk. He even talked about the weather.... the weather. I didn’t understand what had happened. I knew he was excited so I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t kiss me. Twice…he had two openings to kiss me and he didn’t do it either time.
    When he took me home, he walked me to the door and didn’t say anything but “goodnight” and “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Talk about mixed signals - even with my very limited experience with men I could see them.
    I didn’t hear a word from Jaxon all day Saturday.  It’s not like I sat at home waiting for him to call, but I did stay home all day, just in case. He was at church on Sunday, and he came to my parents’ house for lunch.