Chapter 12: A Dance to Remember

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-Riku's POV-
Finally. I have been waiting for this day... Today was going to be the best date of our 2 month relationship. I decided to take Mirra on a romantic dinner date. Sora told me that dinner dates are the best way to get a kiss, and I still didn't get one, unless cheek kisses count. It was Friday night, and I knew I couldn't waste any time. I grabbed my best tuxedo. It was black with a white dress shirt underneath. The tie was monochromic in design, and the pants came with a red belt. Naminè said that black and white usually go well with a red accessory, like a belt or a rose. Not wanting to be too classy, I chose a red belt instead of the rose. It sounded too cheesy. I check the clock on the wall.
7:25 pm
Great. She's coming in 5 minutes. I wonder if I can pull this off... No! I can do this! In that confident mindset, I await Mirra's arrival by sitting near the door. At last, the bell rings. I rush to open it, and she was standing there.
"Hey, Mirra!"
"Hello, Riku. Are you ready?"
"You know it!" She moves aside to let me out. As I walked outside, I took a good glimpse at her dress. She wore a maroon dress with a cut at the left leg, matching gloves, and dark heels. She looked absolutely stunning.
"You look...gorgeous! Seriously, do all queens have a taste in fashion???"
She giggles. "Well, technically, yes. But, I absolutely love dresses that give off a passionate flair. And the cuts at the legs give off a nice, sexy taste. Wouldn't you agree?"
"I know that it looks better on you than anyone else."
"Thank you, Riku." Her smile was just the last thing needed to complete the set. She looked perfect in every aspect.

When we got to the resteraunt, I looked around in amazement. The place was not only freaking huge, but it was extremely fancy. It looked like a portion of Mirra's castle went independent.
"Wow, uh..."
"I know what you're thinking. How are you going to pay for this?"
"Yeah... I'm not rich, as you can see..."
"No worries. I'll pay for everything."
"Really? I don't want to put you in a financial crisis or anything.."
"Are you kidding? I go here everytime!"
"Really?! Do you want to try somewhere different?"
"No, no! Let's stay!" She pulls me to our table. After a few minutes, our waiter comes to our table. I order the steak, she orders the chicken, and we had a lovely dinner. I notice some diners move to a dancehall, and that piped Mirra's interest.
"Oh, Riku! Let's dance together!"
"R-really? I mean... I can't dance, but if you'd like.." Without warning, she pulls me to the ballroom floor.
"Woah! Mirra...? Are you sure about this...?"
"Don't worry. I'll teach you." She pulls me closer, and I can feel her hands guiding me on what to do. She puts one of my hands on her waist, and holds the other one. I felt a bit uncomfortable holding her waist, but she seemed okay with it...

-Mirra's POV-
I am DEFINITELY okay with Riku's hand around my waist. I trust him enough for that. It shows that I am confident enough to let him embrace my body...

-Riku's POV-
She taught me how to dance, and within seconds, I manage to dance with her on my own. I had genuine fun dancing with her. She seemed so happy, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. She was so beautiful, and I had to say it sooner or later.
"Mirra... I love you. A lot."
"I love you too, Riku." She pulled me in closer, and I hugged her tighter. I decided to make the first move. I took her glasses and put them in my pocket, leaned in, and kissed her. She took it quite well. It was a long, slow, passionate kiss. I didn't want to let go. Her lips were soft, and I could taste the mint in her mouth... That sounds creepy, but it's true. It felt like heaven... Maybe that's why it's called 7 Minutes in Heaven... I never wanted to stop. Unfortunately, I did.
"Hm...? Why did you stop?"
"Oh, uh, I thought you wanted me to.."
"Nonsense." Mirra pulls me back in and kisses me again. I guess she was just as addicted as I was..

This night... It's truly one I'll never forget. Ever.

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