"You look gorgeous, my Princess," he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved to the music. His Princess. 'My Princess.' His Princess. She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, but she could've sworn she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I know," she breathed. His hands slid down to her ass, tugging her closer as if they weren't already pressed against each other. Her fingers laced in his soft, platinum hair, dancing to the music as though there was no one else in the room. ~ Do not read if you're younger than 14!

When you know, you know. And he always knew you were the one for him.