Engaging to him was probably the best and worst possible thing you could do. After younger years of childhood, apart for most of your teenage life because of lessons and lessons upon lessons of etiquette…

And party after party to engagement party, influenced by your father… was a journey you barely had time to prepare for. Not only were you not prepared to love your best friend- romantically… but also stay faithful and true till the end of time.

Now, dancing again at a party, after a pretty stupid argument. His hands in yours, and on your waist, while your own clung to his in return, and rested on his shoulder.

“Did you really have to make us open the dance floor?” You asked, tight lips and a… pleasant face to anyone who didn’t notice the slightly frown to your lips.

“Of course, because though I love getting you mad,” He admitted with a smirk twirling you about, and bringing you back. “I can’t stop loving you, and wanting to show you off the everyone that your simply… mine”

He said, and as a final note for our dance. Dipped you a bit further back, leaned in and captured your soft lips, while people applauded.