All he could do was smile and embrace this confidence and beauty he was receiving. Her energy was amazing. While everyone else was freaking one another, including her friend who’d found a dance partner, within his best friend, Tate who gave him a head nod, Sabine moved her entire body. No booty shaking, gyrating, grinding or none of that. Adair found that shit to be so fucking sexy.
After about five more songs, she’d tired herself out and they stepped off the main dance floor and to the side where the drinks were. Opting for a water bottle instead of the many liquor filled options, Sabine wolfed it down with no shame. She was sweating profusely but that only made her look lick-able. Adair just knew she tasted good.
Even with the sweat, her hair remained straightened and all over her. He thought to himself she had to be some type of super black girl because he’d never seen natural hair survive that much dancing, heat and movement in a dark hot room at that.
“You don’t talk?” Sabine nearly jumped up to speak to him.
“I do.”
“Well…” she awkwardly twisted from side to side. “Okay! Thanks for the dance!” she tossed her bottle in the nearby trash can.
Before she could take a whole step away from him, she felt tugging on her hand.
“I…” Adair leaned down a little. “I wanted to get your number.”
“My number?”
“Yea.”
“Hmmm…” Sabine tapped her chin. “Why?”
“Why?”
“Yea, why do you want my number?”
“Because…” Adair searched around the room with his light brown eyes before focusing them back on the only face he wished to wake up to for the rest of his life. Sabine bore into him patiently waiting for his response. “Because I need to keep in contact with my wife.”
“Your wife?!” she shrieked.
Sabine stared at this very tall, honey complected, handsome stranger crazily.
“That’s what I said,” Adair asserted, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Don’t leave your husband hanging.”
Sabine tucked her lips in to keep from blushing before scoffing dramatically then taking the phone, typing her number in before giving it back. She couldn’t believe that was the line that had gotten her. “Is that all dear husband?” she wondered sarcastically.
“For now…” Adair was about to let her go, then gently grabbed her back again. “Where you going?”
“Back to my friends.”
“Can I have a hug?”
Apprehensively, she thought about it before standing on her tippy toes and wrapping her arms around his neck while his arms nearly doubled snaking around Sabine’s small waist.
I knew it, Adair thought.
NOVEMBER 3, 2010
Sabine sat in class trying to focus but Adair wouldn’t stop his antics over text. They’d only known one another for an exact twelve days yet he swore he knew love at first sight when he saw it. Over the course of time since he’d gotten her number at the campus party, they talked non-stop. Because of their hectic class schedules, his job and family stuff that he didn’t get into a lot of detail about, they hadn’t saw one another in person again.
Adair: Come chill with me when you finish with classes for the day.
Sabine: No.
Adair: Why not?
Sabine: Because I don’t “chill” with boys.
Adair: I’m not a boy, I’m a man.