He was wonderstruck.

You two slowly danced slowly in his bedroom, you raise up his hand and spin him around— looking at him as if he created you with his own hands and strung the stars in the sky. As if he was the only thing in the world. You smile at him, and he gives back a warm grin, so unlike his normal playful self.

It’s warm. It’s soft. He’s never been loved like this before.