Tewkesbury smiled as he danced with you, his hand gripping yours as he twirled you around, occasionally grabbing your hips and pulling you up into the air, holding you as he spun.

Your dress twisted below you, your foot wrapping around his waist to keep you up. He noticed this, then set you down, but kept his hands firmly on your hips. He smiled, then kissed your nose, then your cheek, then your chin, then just below your nose and over your lips.

You’re beautiful… He breathed out.