“God…just how much more beautiful can you get?” Silas whispered, taking your hand in his and spinning you slowly.

You and Silas had been together since high school and yet, your relationship seemed to be at a standstill.

Between his soft spoken words of affection and your countless hours spent tangled in each other’s arms, a part of you wondered why he hadn’t asked you to marry him.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” He questioned, pressing a soft kiss to your palm.