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He couldn't help but smile, downing the rest of his bourbon as he watched you dance. The way you moved your hips and arms, it had his heart that he thought was made of coal fluttering.
The thing was, you danced like a fool when you didn't care who was watching, and he loved it. God did he love it, it was so beautiful watching your hair fly everywhere and your eyes closed as you felt the music.
He put his glass down, walking over to you. You jumped a bit as you felt two large hands wrap around your waist. You turned, feeling relaxed again as you realized it was just your bright eyed and pouty lipped boyfriend.
He rested his head in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your hot skin. You felt your stomach fill with butterflies. Damn those butterflies that made you lose focus.
"You need to teach me those moves." He said sarcastically, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes, turning around and swiftly reaching your arms up to wrap them around his neck.
"I dance better than you." You said with a challenging smirk. "Oh really?" He asked. He gave a glance to the dj, doing a hand motion, and it wasn't long before a slow song came on.
He pulled you closer, so close your breath hitched. You looked up, seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he firmly planted his hand on yours and intertwined your fingers, the other hand around your waist.
He guided you along to the beat, smoothly and perfectly on time. He pushed you away gently, your hand still in his and he spun you around, before pulling you close again and dipping you down, bringing your leg up on his side.
Your heart skipped a beat as he planted a soft kiss to your lips, a kiss that made you putty in his hands. He then pulled you back upright, and you couldn't even think of the right words to say.
"Still think you're the better dancer?" He asked, a cocky but loving smirk on his sharp features. All you could do was stare at him in awe. "No, I don't." You said breathlessly.
He smiled, pulling you close again and tangling his hands in your hair, moving your head gently close to him so your lips could connect again. Your lips felt like heaven to him, and even though he had a natural tendency to want to be right, he really did love your dancing.
"I love you y/n. I don't know how I got you, but I for damn sure thank whatever good is in the world that I have you." He said, breaking apart softly. You felt your heart swell with happiness at the sincerity in his voice.
"I love you too Roman. I feel the same way." You said, jumping up slightly to kiss his nose that you loved a little too much. "Can we go home, i'd like to show you just how much I love you." He said, a sparkle in his green eyes.
"I'd like that very much." You said back. The two of you linked arms and walked out of the party feeling like the two happiest people in the world. At this point, he felt like it was more than love he felt for you. He absolutely adored you in every way possible.
Hi! I hope you guys liked this, and I hope the blurbs aren't annoying, I'm still sick and finding inspo for longer imagines! Love you all, thanks for the support, it blows my mind every day❤️-xx
