The Equation of Hearts

√𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼𝟻ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ

"You made me happy," he pressed her against him and took her hand in his so that her other hand crept to his shoulder. "Thank you," he spun her gently and her dress flowed behind them.

"Wait- I don't know how to waltz," she blurted out, a mess of her previous state because of how he was acting, which was with a smile on his face around her. She couldn't remember with whom she was waltzing with, probably him some time ago. But she was just letting him drag her along at that moment.

"I'll teach you," he leaned closer and reached behind her. He plucked a flower from the field and though it was closed for the night, he rested it on her ear, under her hair, "it's easy," he promised and she picked her own flower, which she put in his blazer breast pocket and gave to him to wear. Obediently, he did so and then took a hold of her again. "The first thing you should know about a waltz, is that it works in beats of 3," he leaned closer. She was curious as to why, and then felt him kiss her cheek, "anyway,"

"Stop, I'm gonna get embarrassed," she flushed entirely and looked the other way. He hummed and kissed her cheek again,

"I can't help it, you made me happier than you can imagine," he smothered her cheek and jawline with his smaller kisses. Her heart was beating loud enough to accompany the music at a club, "and you're cute when you're shy," he praised quietly, she realised that she really did feel like Elena when Adonis smothered her. Actually, no she didn't, Elena didn't get embarrassed and flustered, she got happy. In reality, to her, this felt like her own father smothering her like he did when she was little.

"Stop! Teach me how to waltz!" She whined and pushed him away.

"Okay okay," he promised and wiped her cheek. She saw him offer his hand again and she took it,

"Okay, tell me what a beat of 3 is." She huffed, actually on task for once. He hummed in thought,

"The rhythm... of most songs you listen to, they have 4 beats. If you listen to it you tap your foot in intervals of 4," he explained and she nodded, she knew that, "but in a waltz, you're tapping your foot to intervals of 3," he explained.

"Example?" She tilted her head, he began humming a simple melody, and she listened in slight shock that he was actually doing that. He was actually humming a song and she was actually listening, hearing how he was right, she tapped her foot in intervals of three. He began to rock them and she watched his feet,

"When I step forward, you step back with the responding foot. My left foot means your right." He claimed and she nodded, he whispered the rhythm of 3, counting up to it repeatedly in a rhythmic manner where he stressed 1 slightly.

He rocked and she watched her feet intently, he stepped forward, she stepped back. It was slow, and he had them bob slightly as they began to slowly speed up to his humming, which replaced the counts of three. She found her new favourite song.

But she began having fun with it, how he spun her and she swayed with him, he kissed her forehead and smiled gently at her, "you're a natural," he promised and spun her before hugging her close from behind. He had her arms crossed over the other and his own were locked together.

"I like this a lot," she swayed and he rested his head on hers.

"Then is it a good gift?" He queried and buried the bridge of his nose into her shoulder.

"Why? You didn't get me anything I can keep." She claimed, "food, we ate it all, and I can't dance with you for forever," she shrugged, and he pushed away, where he ran his thumb over her back and then went to the basket there on the mat, he pulled out a large, rectangular box. She opened it curiously, there, inside, was a silver and diamond set of jewellery. Two rings, a bracelet, two sets of earrings and a necklace. "Oh my gosh! You knew I wanted this!?" She looked at it excitedly, he hummed and remained sitting down by the basket,