bal·le·ri·na: a principle, female dancer in a ballet company
‘Do you trust me?’ He asked, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones. She nodded, her hands running through his soft, blonde hair. ‘Say it.’ He said sternly, staring at her slightly parted lips. ‘I trust you with my life Niall.’ She said, her voice breathy, barely above a whisper. ‘You’re mine, I’ll keep you safe. Never forget that.’ He mused as she closed her eyes, absorbing his sincere words.
