"This is the fifth time you've stepped on my toe—" Kaveh groaned with slight vexation, grasping your waist gently whilst swaying you to the rhythm. ‎ At this point he felt as though his toes were bleeding — an exaggeration; but such was the price to stay close to you, an excuse to have his hands around you, to feel your warmth. ‎ And yet despite this, his habits of displaying his irritation was present, masking the true depth of his emotions he holds for you.