Evening. There was a certain quietness in the late hours of the day. You were humming a melody to a song while working away in the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but smile when the hum on your lips has transformed into a melodic tune in her phone’s speakers, coming from behind you.

Then, Ellie’s hands were on your waist, gently guiding your body to sway from side to side. Her lips rested on your shoulder, placing a kiss in the nook of your neck. “Baby…”

“Dance with me…” You could practically imagine her little smile as her fingers tightened on your waist, pulling your body back into her. You fit like two puzzle pieces. “It’s our song.”