First Dance
It was like seeing him for the first time. Seeing him it was like time stood still. Everything moved slowly while you stared at that heavenly face, smiling at you from across the room. Your next heartbeat startled you with its volume, time regaining its usual pace; however, you were still standing there frozen. You thought by now you were over the butterfly feeling in your chest with how often you laid eyes on them. It was like drowning in the most wonderful way, a warmth that filled every fiber of your being. The distance between you two closed, meeting in the center of the expansive room. His hand extended towards you, voice sweet as honey, “May I have this dance Mrs. _____?”
You placed your hand in his, he pulling you in closer to him. “What would you have done if I had said no?” You giggled, softly swaying in time to the music.
“I guess we wouldn’t have ever had our first dance then…” He smirked at this, eyes gleaming playfully. His hand came up to brush against your cheek with a feather light touch, “Y/N, I’m so happy to call you mine.”
“And you mine.”
As the song finished, the two of you kissed, still blocking out your crowd of guests bearing witness to this tender affection.
