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Authors: Teodora Kostova
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he’s not Max. He doesn’t make my insides turn to mush with a single look.
Thinking about Max made her turn her head in his direction instinctively and she saw that he wasn’t paying any attention to her or her companion. Max had resumed his conversation with the girl and it looked as things were progressing nicely for him, because his hand was on her bare thigh and she was clearly enjoying that.
If Stella was a cartoon character, her ears would be releasing steam right now because she was boiling with anger on the inside. The solution, however, stood right in front of her. She smiled sweetly at Rico and let him lead her to the dance floor.
This was good. She would dance and not think about stuff. She would enjoy this nice guy’s company and forget about Max and Miss Slutty. As if reading her thoughts, Rico circled her waist with his hands and they moved together to the rhythm. There was almost no gap between their bodies as they danced and soon Stella started to enjoy it. Rico was a good dancer – effortless and very rhythmic. He spun her around and, gluing himself to her back, placed his hands on her hips.
They danced like that for what seemed like hours – constantly changing positions and not speaking a single word. Stella wanted to drift her thoughts away from Max and she did – dancing with Rico felt right. Nice. She let go of all conscious thoughts and all she had left to feel was Rico’s body next to hers and the beat of the music.
*
Max couldn’t believe his eyes when Beppe dragged Stella away to meet Rico. Girls loved Ricardo. He was charming, handsome, well behaved and easy-going. He was never known to have had a girlfriend for more than a fortnight. And still they loved him because, rumour had it, he knew how to show them a good time.
Wasn’t that what Stella was after? No-strings-attached fun? Rico was perfect for her, then.
I’m going to kill that idiot Beppe.
His friend knew all too well that Max wanted Stella for himself. They’d never discussed it per se, but Beppe could always read him like an open book. Ever since they were kids there was nothing Max could sneak behind his back, because Beppe had always been two steps ahead. He just knew him too well.
Rico led Stella away to the dance floor and they started moving to the beat. In no time he was all over her – spinning her around, touching her shoulders, waist, arms and neck. The worst part was that she seemed to enjoy it. She would move away if she didn’t, right?
Max was jealous. For the first time in his life he felt such overwhelming jealousy that it consumed all his rational thoughts. He wanted to pull Rico away from Stella and punch him until the guy needed facial reconstruction.
But he didn’t. Instead, he led Antonia to the dance floor and, to her delight, wrapped his arms around her.
Two could play that game.
Only, he wasn’t sure what the game was exactly. Or even if it was a game.
*
Stella was abruptly brought back to reality as Rico swept her hair in front of her left shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at all. She even tried to like it. She could feel exactly how much he liked it.
Unfortunately, as her eyes refocused on the reality around her, the first thing she saw was Max dancing with that girl. His body moved so gracefully, utterly at home on the dance floor. It was hypnotising. Stella couldn’t look away.
She felt another kiss on her neck; this time there was even a little tongue. Her brain started to scream at her to get away, but she was mesmerised by Max and the way he moved. She wished his body was the one behind her and his lips were the ones kissing her. The thought of it sent shivers down her spine despite the heat, and she saw goose bumps appearing on her arms.
And then her whole world crumbled to the ground.
The girl Max was dancing with wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. He gave in. He kissed her back.
Stella felt
Thinking about Max made her turn her head in his direction instinctively and she saw that he wasn’t paying any attention to her or her companion. Max had resumed his conversation with the girl and it looked as things were progressing nicely for him, because his hand was on her bare thigh and she was clearly enjoying that.
If Stella was a cartoon character, her ears would be releasing steam right now because she was boiling with anger on the inside. The solution, however, stood right in front of her. She smiled sweetly at Rico and let him lead her to the dance floor.
This was good. She would dance and not think about stuff. She would enjoy this nice guy’s company and forget about Max and Miss Slutty. As if reading her thoughts, Rico circled her waist with his hands and they moved together to the rhythm. There was almost no gap between their bodies as they danced and soon Stella started to enjoy it. Rico was a good dancer – effortless and very rhythmic. He spun her around and, gluing himself to her back, placed his hands on her hips.
They danced like that for what seemed like hours – constantly changing positions and not speaking a single word. Stella wanted to drift her thoughts away from Max and she did – dancing with Rico felt right. Nice. She let go of all conscious thoughts and all she had left to feel was Rico’s body next to hers and the beat of the music.
*
Max couldn’t believe his eyes when Beppe dragged Stella away to meet Rico. Girls loved Ricardo. He was charming, handsome, well behaved and easy-going. He was never known to have had a girlfriend for more than a fortnight. And still they loved him because, rumour had it, he knew how to show them a good time.
Wasn’t that what Stella was after? No-strings-attached fun? Rico was perfect for her, then.
I’m going to kill that idiot Beppe.
His friend knew all too well that Max wanted Stella for himself. They’d never discussed it per se, but Beppe could always read him like an open book. Ever since they were kids there was nothing Max could sneak behind his back, because Beppe had always been two steps ahead. He just knew him too well.
Rico led Stella away to the dance floor and they started moving to the beat. In no time he was all over her – spinning her around, touching her shoulders, waist, arms and neck. The worst part was that she seemed to enjoy it. She would move away if she didn’t, right?
Max was jealous. For the first time in his life he felt such overwhelming jealousy that it consumed all his rational thoughts. He wanted to pull Rico away from Stella and punch him until the guy needed facial reconstruction.
But he didn’t. Instead, he led Antonia to the dance floor and, to her delight, wrapped his arms around her.
Two could play that game.
Only, he wasn’t sure what the game was exactly. Or even if it was a game.
*
Stella was abruptly brought back to reality as Rico swept her hair in front of her left shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. It wasn’t unpleasant, not at all. She even tried to like it. She could feel exactly how much he liked it.
Unfortunately, as her eyes refocused on the reality around her, the first thing she saw was Max dancing with that girl. His body moved so gracefully, utterly at home on the dance floor. It was hypnotising. Stella couldn’t look away.
She felt another kiss on her neck; this time there was even a little tongue. Her brain started to scream at her to get away, but she was mesmerised by Max and the way he moved. She wished his body was the one behind her and his lips were the ones kissing her. The thought of it sent shivers down her spine despite the heat, and she saw goose bumps appearing on her arms.
And then her whole world crumbled to the ground.
The girl Max was dancing with wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. He gave in. He kissed her back.
Stella felt
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