"God, how long do we have to keep dancing? Until our legs come off?", you whispered harshly as they swayed to the soft music.

"As long as we have to if we want people to know we're madly in love," he said nonchalantly, "So be a good girl and deal with it."

You let out a frustrated breath and kept on dancing.

The longer they danced, the harder it was for you to keep your heart steady.

You slowly became aware of how close you guys were, how your bodies were brushing against each other, how his hand felt warm on your waist, how his other hand fit perfectly with yours.

Feeling the need to look up, you finally brought your eyes to his and found him looking back at you with an intensity that made you lose all train of thought.

The longer they stared at each other's eyes, the more the world around them was blocked out as if they were the only ones in the universe.

All of a sudden, the music stopped and so did they.

"I guess this would be enough to convince them," he murmured tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You inhaled shakily, "Oh, yeah definitely."