As soon as Tommy and I sat down to watch the ballet, I felt that someone was watching me.
“I think Alexios is here,” I said nervously.
“I know. I already saw him,” Tommy whispered in my ear. “Show time.”
“Where is he?” I asked. Tommy ignored my question and came closer to me and kissed me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. It was quite a sensual kiss; I felt a tingling all through my body and I definitely wasn’t pretending. He pulled away and placed his hand on my shoulder. His blue eyes warmed to mine. I lost myself for a few seconds.
“I’m sure he’s flipping,” Tommy said, cool as a cucumber.
“Do you…know where he’s sitting?”
“Don’t turn your head when I tell you. To the right, on the balcony, third row, middle section. Don’t look at him.”
“Okay,” I mumbled a little frazzled from the kiss.
“At intermission, you will go to the washroom…I’m sure he’ll be there.” He rubbed my arms up and down. “By the way, Ellie, I love the way you look in a dress.” He locked eyes with mine.
“The show will start any second. One more kiss, okay?” he spoke in my ear and his breath so close to my skin made me slightly weak. Luckily, I was sitting. I turned toward him and pulled him close and kissed him first, taking him a bit by surprise. Then I felt it, his tongue, his sweet, delicious tongue met mine. I heard a man next to me clear his throat and I pulled back.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Sorry for what? Don’t be sorry for that!” Tommy gave my neighbor a dirty look and said a little too loudly, “Sour puss.”
The lights went out and I retained a giggle. The lights went out and the music and curtains opened. It was magical. Tommy held my hand and caressed my knuckles in a way that made me lose my concentration.
“How do you like the ballet, Ellie?” he whispered ever so quietly in my ear.
“I like it very much,” I replied. I especially liked his breath on my ear.
Tommy touched the top of my knee, “I knew you would,” and smirked. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you…”
I didn’t look at him or reply. I kept my eyes on the stage. By the time I knew it, the lights went on and I quickly stood up.
“I’ll be back, sweetie,” I said acting like a loving girlfriend. He gave me a subtle smile and glanced at my body.
“Okay, sweetie,” he replied smoothly running his hand through his hair.
As soon as I got to the washroom, following the signs and trying hard not to fall in those fuckin’ heels, I saw Alexios. His green eyes penetrated into mine absolute anger. He had his leg up against one wall and waited for me to approach him. I practically fell into him, skipping over my own two feet and stumbling.
“I see, you have a new boyfriend,” Alexios said, holding out his hand to stop me from falling and not budging.
“It’s a date. He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Do you usually make out on your first date?” his eyes darkened ever so slowly and scared me slightly.
“What do you care? You took off and left me to fend for myself with your lies and sad puppy eyes.” Shit, this wasn’t what I was supposed to say and it sounded like a an immature rhyme. “Look, Alexios,” I leaned into him, “I still care for you.” I looked around. “Could you meet me tomorrow night?”
He grabbed both my arms and stood tall in front of me. “Why?”
I looked around nervously, pretending to be worried, “If Tommy sees you, he’ll kill you…” I was losing him. “I love you.” I figured that would get his attention.
“Where do you want to meet?” he asked coldly eyeing me closely.
“Starbucks. Seven p.m. tomorrow.” Before I could get a reply he was gone.
Fuckin’ vampires and their disappearing act.