Adam smiled and hit Randy on the arm with a smile before pointing to the woman sat at the bar. Her wild hair had been tamed straight and the make up on her face made her face more obvious in a good way. Her lips were a dark red matching her cocktail dress, a dark blood red colour outlining every curve on her body. Adam had to admit this was the perfect way he had seen her.
"Now who to choose?"
Izzy had been bugged by Adam to go dance with Dave, go have a conversation with Shawn and have a drink with Kevin. She couldn't do it, she was at peace just sitting here at the bar. After getting a refill of her usual Malibu and coke she hummed along to the song playing throughout the speakers.
Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
"Dance with me?" A voice softly whispered in her ear.
Izzy spun around and seen Mark standing there. She knew Michelle wasn't here and was extremely tempted to take the oppotunity. Her heart and mind were having a major battle whether to or not but the heart was victorious as she took his hand and he led her to the dancefloor. He ran his hands up her arms, gently bringing them around his neck. He crushed the space between them as he pulled her closer by the waist.
I wake up lonely, is there a silence
In the bedroom and all around
Izzy wished this moment could last forever. But it couldn't, it would only last the whole 2 minutes of the song, then it was back to him being with Michelle, and her being alone once more. She closed her eyes as she rested her head on his chest. Izzy wished she could die right then and there, it would have been the most peaceful moment to go in.
Touch me now, I close my eyes
And dream away...
It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
The song was right. It was love, she was in unconditional love with him. And never stopped. Mark looked down on Izzy and sighed. He wanted her back, he wished he could rewind those years, the harsh words that were said in a heated row and the tears which she cried. He would redo it all, he would have never have left her. They could have started a family instead of him wasting his time on Sara and Michelle. But back then he was too stubborn to believe that what they shared was more than lust and friendship.
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out
Make believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I turn to water
Like a teardrop in your palm
And it's a hard winter's day
I dream away...
It must have been love, but it's over now
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
It must have been love, but it's over now
It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows
It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time had run out
The song finished way to quickly in Izzy's mind. She looked at Mark who gave her a hurt look. He wished it would never end, no going back to Michelle. But he had to make this relationship work, if he was gonna have kids it was now or never.
Izzy looked down and dragged herself away from Mark and out the club. Her mind was racing and her heart was filled with sorrow. She flagged down a taxi and headed back to the hotel, she had a feeling it was going to be a long long night.
Mark pulled on his shirt and threw it to the floor. He looked at himself in the full length mirror and smiled as he imagined a house full of little kids calling him Daddy. He would be more than happy going back and working things out but Michelle, was a one way ticket.
Michelle walked into the hotel room and heard the shower running, she quickly flattened her hair down with her hands and fixed her dress. "Shopping with the girls was good, oh so good" She said with a sly smile. She gave herself a brief nod and procceeded into the bathroom. She bit her lip at the sight of the naked man infront of her and smiled tearing off her clothes and joined him.
"Hey baby" She said with a sadistic tone.
