Tales Of The Heart (undergoing editing)

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A/N: Hey folks, sorry for the delay but finally here it is. I've been putting in extra effort to ensure it's a good read, so I hope it'll be worth the wait.

I waited outside Amber's house, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. The sound of my heartbeat was drumming in my ears as I looked up and saw the light on in her window. I could picture her getting ready inside, putting on her makeup, fixing her hair, and slipping into her dress which I gifted her.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of anticipation as I sat in my car, waiting for her. I honked the car horn once to let her know I was here, and within moments, I saw her peeking out the window from her room. She quickly turned off the lights and began to make her way downstairs.
My eyes widened as I caught sight of her approaching me. She looked absolutely radiant, her hair framing her face perfectly and her dress hugging her figure in all the right ways. I stepped out of the car and walked over to her, drinking in her beauty.

As she stepped closer to me, I could feel my heart rate quicken at the sight of her. The dark red satin backless dress perfectly complemented her skin tone. The back of the dress dipped low, revealing a slim expanse of bare skin, and the deep cut of the front showcased just a hint of cleavage. The fabric clung to her curves, emphasizing her slender waist and accentuating her toned legs. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her beautiful face.

"Stop eyeballing me."

"How can I not?" I teased. "You look absolutely stunning in that dress."

She chuckled softly and blushed slightly. "Well, you don't look too bad yourself in that black tuxedo", she replied, her eyes roaming over my attire with an appreciative gaze.
"Now I'll have to keep an eye on you from all the ladies checking you out tonight."

I couldn't help but laugh at Amber's feisty response, secretly enjoying the possessive glint in her eyes.
"What if some girl approaches me and asks me to dance?"
Amber's eyes narrowed slightly, her grip on my arm tightening ever so slightly. "Then it will be that bitch's last night," she muttered once more, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Playfully, I drew her closer to me. "Calm down, darling....my eyes will be solely on you."

She shot me a cheeky smirk and said, "I was just testing you. Who would even want to dance with you besides me anyway?"

I chuckled at her words and challenged, "Oh, really? Then let's test it. Let's see if anyone dances with me tonight."

Her eyes widened in mock outrage and she playfully slapped my arm. "Shut up! There's no need for that."

"Oh, right- I've something for you" I reached into the car and retrieved the corsage I had prepared for her, and as she saw it, her smile widened. She held out her hand, and I carefully tied it around her wrist, admiring how it looked on her slender wrist.
Leaning in, I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. I pressed my lips to her hand softly, my gaze lingering on her smiling face.
"It looks good on you. You've elevated its elegance."

She looked up at me with a knowing glint in her eyes. "You made it for me with your own hands, didn't you?"
A soft smile played on her lips as she leaned in and I kissed her.
"Thank you", her voice filled with appreciation.

As we sat in the car, she reached into her handbag and retrieved her lipstick. She opened the vanity mirror, but instead of her reflection, a cascade of rose petals showered over her, their soft pink and white colours a stark contrast against her dress.
Surprised, she laughed in delight, her fingertips gingerly touching the petals that had landed on her. "You never miss a chance to amaze me, huh" she asked, amusement glimmering in her eyes.

I chuckled softly, my gaze flickering between the road ahead and the sight of her admiring the petals that had sprinkled all over her lap and dress. As her fingers gently traced over their soft pink and white colors, I couldn't resist the urge to reach out my arm to her thigh.
My hand made contact with the smooth fabric of her dress, my touch lingering on her skin as I gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, my thumb tracing small circles against her skin.