Short stories

The gala

Imagine....
You and your enemy are getting ready for a gala. He's looking in the mirror fixing his jacket when he notices you in the background. Turning around he spots you staring, you realize this and blush looking away. Your enemy, Kingston, slowly makes his way over to you and grabs your chin softly "You look stunning," he whispers "Absolutely beautiful." You blush more at his words and slowly look up at him. His grip tightens and his eyes travel down towards your lips. You notice this and look at his lips as well. You find yourself slowly leaning forward as well as Kingston. Your lips slowly connect in a small kiss but it slowly becomes more. You two start making out for some time before slowly pulling away. "I love you" you whisper "I love you too" he whispers back no hesitation. You slowly grab his hand and lead him to the gala, both of you with smiles on your faces and a new reason to keep fighting.