The storm was just beginning as Delilah entered the room swaying her trying to gather all the attention in the room. Her face frozen almost emotionless except for a slight air of mystery that she held in eyes. She wasn’t like other girls. She had tightly curled hair but short make her stand out from the others. She looked natural except for the bright crimson lipstick upon her lips. Every man wishing she was walking over to them but I knew where she was heading and it was straight to me. Instead of feeling like the luckiest made in the room I felt like someone had left me a burden. She giggled to me I knew this was her trick and pouted her lips a little, any other man would have opened their arm to let her fall into them. Her hand touched mine, it was cool, I was surprised. Her red hot appearance contrasted with her cold body as if her appearance was her way for hiding her emotions. I don’t know what came over me but I wanted to hold her hand, so I did. She lead me out of the room, I felt every man’s eyes on me. I should feel lucky but I know this could only end in trouble.
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