PART ONE…
OCTOBER 25, 2010
“Bro, she so bad…” Adair spoke aloud as his eyes remained on the beauty who’d walked into the party, owning the room and stealing his attention. He couldn’t see anyone else except her.
Whoever she was, he needed to know her.
Adair was apprehensive about partying on a Monday which he purposely didn’t schedule any classes to catch up on rest but seeing this beautiful stranger—simply getting to stare at her made it all worth it.
That smile was adding light to the poorly lit hall. Her dark silky hair, swaying across her back as she moved those small hips while dancing. She was wearing a powder pink strapless dress, black and white converses with the laces tied up her well moisturized calves.
Who was this girl? Adair hadn’t ever seen her on campus before. Maybe she didn’t go to his school, either way, he needed to know her.
“Go talk to her then,” Tate, his best friend nudged him.
Adair never felt this nervous to approach anyone in his life. He wasn’t a shy person in the slightest. She looked to be having a good time with her friends. Hands in the air, eyes closed,feeling the beat with the most beautiful smile spread across her chestnut face. Everything about her looked warm. Inviting. Soft.
This girl looked like she gave the best hugs. Adair would give anything to see her stand on those tippy toes with her arms wrapped around his neck. He was six-four, so he knew it was an inevitable type of embrace.
“Fuck it,” Adair muttered, throwing the rest of his drink back, carelessly dropping his cup on the floor then headed in her direction. The moment he moved it seemed as if every girl in the party wanted to claim his attention however he had his sights on one person and one person only.
“Hey boy I really wanna see if you, can go downtown with a girl like me!” she sang loudly over the music as she and her friends grooved. “Hey boy, I really wanna be with you, cause you just my type, ooh na na na na!”
“So I’m your type?” Adair whispered in her ear scaring the daylights out of her.
“Jaysus!” she held her chest, then laughed hysterically. “You scared me!”
“My fault,” he smiled, realizing she was even more alluring up close. Her brown eyes, hooded by long lashes, sparkled in the dark room and her wide full lips that filled up the lower part of her face to perfection, shined with some sort of pink gloss making him want to take the chance and ask for a kiss from this stranger.
“Sabine! Who is that?” her friend shouted over the loud music.
“I don’t know! He was all close on me!”
Sabine, her fucking name is Sabine. Can she get more unique?
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to dance?” Adair queried, feeling himself barely breathing. This girl needed to hurry upand put him out of his misery or else he’d be in the hospital for lack of oxygen to the brain. What was air anymore? She’d taken the life from him just by staring up into his eyes.
“Okay!” she cheesed, fully showcasing her colorful braces.
Fuck, if that didn’t make her sexier.
“Don’t go too far, we don’t know him!” her friend advised, and she nodded stepping just a few feet away.
“Hi,” she smiled, then started dancing with absolutely no rhythm. From afar, it didn’t look this bad. People even stopped to stare at what the hell she was doing but who he now knew as Sabine, did not give one care in the world. She was carefree and it showed in the way she moved.
“Sup,” Adair responded. That was the only thing he could come up with in response. Asking for her hand in marriage would’ve freaked her out. “So, your name, Sabine?” he leaned down into her ear for clarification and she nodded.
“Yes, Suh-bean,” she pronounced. “What’s yours?”
“Adair.”
“Adair? Oooh, that’s cute! Tell your parents they did that!”
The first thought to come to his mind was, you can tell my momma yourself at our wedding.
“Will do,” he smiled.
Sabine danced with her shoulders. She held her arms out doing all types of twirling then moved her hips to whatever beat she heard inside of her head. Adair didn’t have to do much as she simply used him as a prop.