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He wasn’t jealous.
There was no way he was jealous.
There was absolutely positively no way that he was jealous that Deuce danced with you at the fancy smancy masquerade, while he was left in the dust.
Nope, he was totally fine with Juice getting all cozy with you.
Holding you close
Staring into your eyes
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear—
“Arugh! This is bullshit!” He stopped in his tracks, wracking a hand down his face then back up through his hair.
“Fuck it.” He resolved himself to alter his aimless night stroll to seek you out,
but then he realized
that he already had.
Throwing the gate open, he fished his phone out his pocket.
“…What?”
Man, despite the crock of your voice and the obvious displeasure, you sounded heavenly.
“Come outside right now.”
Click
Didn’t even tell him off.
He didn’t blame you, though.
He wasn’t sure if he would answer if you pulled a stunt like this.
…
What a fucking lie.
He would.
You had him wrapped around your finger.
Effortlessly.
“So you just gonna stand there or tell me what’s up?” You said, only a few feet away from him.
He looked up, then back down.
You literally were just in a black robe with those well-worn slippers,
so why the fuck did you look absolutely beautiful.
“Shit—Uh…” He held a hand out. “…d-dance with me.”
It was quiet for a moment, then he heard your slippers cross the grass.
He wanted to screw his eyes shut so badly, but he preserved through it.
Tension that coiled around his person slowly released as your warm hand found his.
“I’d be honored.”
Then everything else came naturally.
Bodies pulled close, foreheads resting against one another.
Secret words passed between one another,
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while now.”
“So have I. I honestly was disappointed when your name wasn’t called.”
Gazes that held everything and more, so that nothing else outside of it mattered.
Just you and him in a moment of true innocent bliss.
“After all these years, and here you are still getting lost in my eyes.”
He rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t like it.”
“Well if I didn’t I wouldn’t have said I do, now would I?” Your curled lips were an invitation to something more than just teasing.
“And now you're stuck with me.”
And who was he to deny the wants of his significant other?
One thought played between the two of you on repeat as your lips connected:
I love you so much.