You and I

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Benny looked at his wife who had changed her blouse for the tenth time, because according to her she couldn't find something that would look nice on her, then he looked at his watch and sighed, it was 5 minutes to 8 at night, the party is supposed to be started at 8. Frida looked at him through the mirror, she knew he was getting desperate. "Love, we'll be late," he said.

"You're the host, you can be late," she replied. "I can't find anything I like."

"I really liked the other blouse you had," he suggested.

"The black one?" She asked and he nodded, then she went back to look for it in the closet, something she had was that she never left things scattered on the bed, floor or other storage place, she saved herself all the effort and immediately hooked up the things she would not use in the closet.

Frida took the blouse and put it back on, looking in the mirror. "I'm not feeling it..." she looked sideways. Benny got up from the bed and walked over to her, hugging her from behind.

"What don't you feel?" He questioned, kissing her neck.

"I don't know," she sighed. "It must be my hair, I have to do something with it soon."

"Love, you look perfect, beautiful and you know it. You've always looked beautiful, glamorous, sexy..." he flattered her.

"You're saying that because you want us to leave now," she withdrew his hand and avoided him. Benny rolled his eyes. Frida took her shoes that were on the floor and then her bag from the bed. "We can go now, I won't choose anything else."

"Love, come here," Benny invited, stopping.

Frida turned to look at him, "now what?"

"Come here," he insisted, opening his arms to hers. Frida gave up, threw her shoes and bag on the ground, going towards him. Benny hugged her and kissed her forehead, "you look beautiful, okay? If you need more time, that's fine, I'll wait for you."

Frida smiled, her man was wonderful. "I don't deserve you Benny," she said, leaning in a little closer, placing her hand on his cheek and bringing her lips to his, kissing him. "Okay, we can go now," she said against her lips.

"Actually, I think we still have time," he replied between kisses, now he had a better plan. He took off her jacket and then held her waist, pulling her towards the bed, she fell and looked at him, knowing it would happen but she wasn't sure if she should let it happen. Benny nuzzled her neck with the tip of his nose, at the same time sniffing at her, and then started kissing her.

"Benny," she moaned. "Love, stop..." she asked him. "We must go."

"We have time," he replied, not quite sure it was true, but he didn't care either. He looked at her and kissed hers lips.

"It took me two hours to get all dressed up, I don't think we should do this now," she bit her lip looking at him. "Stop," she begged him again. Benny stopped and stared at her, "I don't want to do it right now," she explained.

"Okay," he understood and got up from the bed, helping her up as well. Frida looked at him and she knew that he had stayed with the desire, she put her hands on his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "Shall we go?" He suggested and she nodded, reaching down to take her purse and her shoes.

***

Benny and Frida had booked a restaurant in Östermalm to celebrate Benny's birthday, although honestly, she was the one who took care of everything. Upon arriving at the place, they entered holding hands, there were their closest friends and family. Björn, Agnetha, Görel, Anders, Tim, Eva-Lis, Heléne, Peter and Hans were also there.