"Do you wanna choreograph our theme dance?" he asks, getting up from the bed. It was the perfect evening- we were in our underwear cuddling, Ed Sheeran was playing in the back and the room was set to the perfect temperature.
"Sure," I say and put on a tee over myself as he starts recording our dance. I stand on his feet, swaying with the song, and he leans in for a big kiss. Pressing our foreheads, I go back to the night of Simulacra.
I had been waiting for quite a long time and when it started raining, I rushed inside the basement, scared to get my makeup wet. As I pace around, I stop in my tracks when I see a tall figure in a blue suit approach me. His hair was wet from the shower, and he had put on his clip-on earring. I feel myself melting but quickly regain my composure.
Waiting for the rain to stop, we come across my friend with an umbrella. "You go with her," he says, gently pushing me toward her. "Else your makeup would get ruined."
Getting complimented by our friends and enacting the shoe scene of Cinderella, we hear the mic cracking as a crowd forms in the quadrangle. The event starts with slow songs, and we rush to serenade our friends. My friends push me toward him and soon I find myself enveloped by his arms. Holding me by the waist, we dance slowly, as I guide my arms on his shoulders. Feeling him lean closer, he presses his forehead to mine- giving me another case of butterflies again.
As we dance around the room, half-naked, our theme song changes to Golden Hour, and I hold him in a tight embrace.
I love him so much.
