Miley kept wondering what he said to her. It couldn't have been anything but a compliment if he was smiling like that at me, she thought. So she mustered up the best smile she could and then laid her head back down on his jacket. "Merci," she said back to him, one of the few French words she knew.
They never stopped dancing. The French melody that was currently playing, soft low keys of a piano and smooth long strokes of a violin played slowly together, was soothing to the ears and minds of both of them. The song and Nicholas holding her close, were probably the only things to keep Miley from crying right now.
"Uhm," in his head he was once again trying to match up words. "Is this how... American filles find boyfriends? They... pluck them, right, off the street?"
She could only guess "filles" meant girls.
Miley appreciated what he was trying to do, cracking a joke to try to get her to laugh. But only part of one came out, the rest of it was stuck inside. "No. Not usually."
Time kept passing by in silence between them.
Wanting to hear her voice again, he asked, "do you think we made him jaloux? He keeps staring over here." Nicholas took his time with each word, hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself if he got one wrong.
She casually glanced over at Logan and caught him staring at them while his girlfriend was trying to get him attention. Miley giggled and smiled like Nicholas had told her a joke.
Maybe Logan was believed that her and this French stud were a couple.
Without warning, Nicholas dipped her, in doing so brought their hands that were out side them, down to the top of her hip. And he stared down at her with his French cutzie smile.
Nicholas couldn't keep his eyes from diverting away from her face and down to the top of her dress. His eyes ran down her skin until they stopped at their destination. Watching her chest move up and down pressing against her dress with each quickened deep breath she took in, he bit in his lips and slowly his eyes run back up her skin to her face. Noticing the pink in her cheeks from blushing, his cheeks turned too. He was a bit embarrassed he did that, too.
His hands were gentle at gripping her close, it had been a while since someone had held her like this, too long. She batted her lashes at him as he looked down into her eyes. Then in a low voice she said, "people can see up my dress."
Nicholas slowly brought her back up. "Désolé."(Sorry.) They took their dancing form again, but that's when the song ended.
He looked at her to see if she would want to go back to the table or stay there.
She rested the side of her forehead on his shoulder as along some started to play. This one was just as slow and romantic as the last one.
Miley wasn't even thinking about Logan, jealousy or dinner anymore, her mind was calm as she danced with the curly headed man who she was standing against. She didn't know that all he was thinking about was her magnificent beauty.
Glancing back at the table, he saw Logan gripping a spoon in his hand hard enough to choke it. Logan was obviously having trouble watching them dance. Leaning forward, Nicholas whispered in her ear, "Succès. Hes jaloux."
Then Miley surprised him by taking his hand that was placed on her hip and slid it down a little. "Imagine how crazy he is going now." His hand was now cupping one side of her derrière.
But it was Nicholas who was going insane. Touching her like this made his heart go a bit faster and with each second it would seem to gain speed. He couldn't hold himself back from leaning down to her neck and breathing in her scent, the sweet smell of lilac in her hair and coco butter lotion coming off her skin, she smelled so precious and he knew she was.
It was strange to her, being there with this guy she doesn't know, whom can hardly understand what she is saying, just going on whims, Miley felt like she did she was looking up at the clouds earlier that day. Free and reborn, but only better. Not thinking Logan, free of him. Feeling beautiful without his attention. Now she knew the world didn't revolve around Logan, not anymore.
She turned her head to his ear and gently spoke, "I want to leave now."
He pulled back to look at her and saw her glace back to the exit, he nodded understanding the look in her eyes that told him she didnt need to be there anymore. There was no hurt in her blue oceans, they were serene seas now.
As Nicholas was walking Miley back to the table, Logan quickly turned to his girlfriend, pretending he was paying attention to her the whole time and not acknowledging the other two dancing and flirting.
When they reached the table, Logan looked up at them casually. "Did you have fun?"
"We did," Miley smiled at them. "But now we must be going. Sorry we arent able to stay any longer." Her smile fell into a slant. "Though we did tell you we had plan prier to your invitation. It was nice seeing you again." She grabbed her clutch and shawl from the table and linked an arm with Nicholas.
Nicholas nodded his head once at the couple then politely said goodbye. "Au revoir." Then both him and Miley turned and walked to the back of the yacht where they had boarded.
Nicholas walked Miley back to her place being the gentleman he was trying to be for her.
This whole night there had been a though in the back of his head: When would it come that he would have to say goodbye to her and never see her beauty again? He never wanted to stop seeing her, he wants to see more and more for each of the following days of his life. Even if it was hard for him to understand what she was saying and some things were lost in translation. But he had been pretty good at guessing what she wanted, what she needed. Maybe it was just like she it was, previously when they first met because of Logan, that special connect. He replayed her saying it, in his head. Again, he was able to understand most of her words. Getting the jist of what of what she meant, just like all the other times.
"We share something special. We don't need words to communicate and he still listens better than you did. We know what each other wants without saying it. It's a deep connection."
Maybe it was true. It had to be. How else could he know what she meant? His English wasn't that good and her French was worse than his English.
He didn't want to loose that connection. If it was special, it had to be rare and he couldn't just let her leave from his life. She had already changed him, if she left, his world wouldn't be as bright as it was with her. Which he thought was crazy considering they only met by chance this morning. But wasn't that what life did? Throw unexpected things your way when you're not looking or paying attention. Like love perhaps.
Nicholas wasn't one to believe in love at first sight. There couldn't be love at first sight because you need to get to know someone before you fall in love with them. But attraction at first sight, he believed in. And that would lead to love if it was the right person.
Miley would watch him from time to time on the walk. Ignoring her hurting feet, she looked at his face and could easily tell he was thinking about something intently. The look on his face made him look even more cute.
Time passed quickly and before he knew it, they were at her place, standing outside the door, facing each other. "Uhm... I guess this... is the farewell?"
The look on his face surprised her, he wasnt even trying to play it cool, she could see it in his eyes. He was going to be a little sad when they parted ways.
Miley looked at his lips. The top one sharp and the bottom one round, both looking like smooth velvet waiting to be touched. Without thinking, she placed a hand on both sides of his face and kissed him. Blowing him away.
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It's not that great, and I know I said this would have the hot scene in it but clearly I underestimate my descriptive ability and so I end up dragging it on. I was going to cram it all into this but then it wouldnt be as descriptive and it would seem rushed. &No story is good when its rushed. But as you can predict, the next part WILL be the hot scene;] And there might even be a part 5, Im not sure yet.
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