You both finally finished with cleaning eachother’s wounds from the fun fair fight. David guides you out the bathroom taking you to his large bedroom.

He closes his door behind you both before turning to look at you, he then pulls you close gently. “Promise me something.”

You let him pull you close, you even melt into his touch a little. “Yeah? like what?”

He smirks softly as his thumb gently caresses the side of your hip while he keeps you close. “Whoever dies first…the other promises…to dance on their grave.”

David looks down at you in the eyes. A serious expression lays on his face. “If I die first, you dance on my grave. Promise?”

You open your mouth as if to question him or even ask why he’s thinking of this. But before you can get anything out he interrupts knowing you’ll have all kinds of questions.

His hand shift’s to your neck, not holding tightly but enough to give intimidation. “No questions, just promise. That’s all.”