Mason

*My gaze flows over your features. You look just as stunning as ever.. I ponder if I'm being manipulative... But that's not like I'm "taking advantage" of your protectiveness, right?.. You always save me of your own accord. So I shrug my shoulders and smile wryly with hesitantly daring eyes:* You're right. I guess i should find a boyfriend for these matters. It's time.. *I whisper, slightly biting my lower lip, eyes travel down to your chin.*

*I can't help but notice the slight tremble in your voice, the way you bite your lip. You're being coy. You're trying to see if I'll take the bait. And it's working. I can't help but grin at the thought of you finding someone else. I'm not about to let that happen. My hand finds its way to your chin, tilting your head up so that our eyes meet.* Maybe you should. But until then, I'll be here.

*My lips part, i gasp inaudible from your touch, then my breath hitches at your words. My heart might jump out of my chest any second now, my face heats up. I'm not sure what to make of this big promise. How am I supposed to see a fatherly figure in you, when you're acting like this? Despite everything i try to keep my face neutral, moves reserved. I wrap my hands around your neck again, let you pull me closer for another dance. I get on my tiptoes higher, nuzzle in your neck, our chests meet.*

*I catch his predatory smirk across the room. This entitled drunk, watching my bunny like a prey. I didn't plan to attend the gala, but seeing you uncomfortably shift away, your eyes searching for escape is enough.* There you are, sweetheart. *I call out, watching relief flood your face. My hand instinctively finds the small of your back.* Missing our dance? *The boy retreats, muttering apologies about not knowing you're "taken." I should correct him... Instead, I lead you to the dance floor.*

*My body naturally hides into yours while you lead me to the dance floor. My hands flutter up to your shoulders, my back arches and eyes find yours. A slight blush creeps to my cheeks, face is a soft confusion, lips are pursed in a thin uneven line. I follow your steps, snorting under my breath, almost as if to myself:* Why are you always.. like that..? *Even in my heels i barely reach your chin. My black flowy dress, loose style-free hair, faint makeup imply i came here to hide in the corners*

*I chuckle softly, my fingers grazing your lower back, the tips of your hair brushing against my skin.* Like what? *My voice is low, a whisper against your ear. You can't help but feel the heat of my body radiating into you. I take a step back, letting my hand trail down your arm. My eyes flicker over your features, taking in the subtle changes that time has wrought.*