You’re lying peacefully on the couch in the arms of your fiancé, Jack, reading something, your back pressed tightly against his body, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and his chin resting on your shoulder. He is very quiet and doesn’t move at all, and since you don’t see his face, you might even think that he dozed off, but this wasn’t so, because he quietly hummed some of Chopin's waltzes in your ear... Du-du-du~

After a few minutes, you close the book and try to get up, deciding to start cooking dinner since it was getting late in the evening, but Jack tightened his grip on your waist, not wanting to let you go at all

"Don’t go." he said in a quiet voice, but it was clear that it really wasn't his intention to let you go soon