She nods understandingly.
"I want to become a dancer, that is my main priority, when I am too old to dance, I want to teach it."
She's so incredible. She doesn't even want my money, most women jump at the seams to get a taste of my pockets or last name.
"My parents would like to meet you, and we will get married soon."
She frowns slightly but nods. I feel my body tick in irritation at her resistance.
I kneel before her.
"What's wrong my angel."
She scoffs at the nickname.
"I am not particularly fond of my situation."
I run my hands through her hair and she flinches away.
I grab her head and continue.
"Don't move away from me, I can touch you if I'd like."
She glowers at me, "No you can not!"
I stop my body brimming with anger.
"You are so ungrateful, you have everything, what more could you want? I give you everything! Marrying me is your saving grace, I saved you from your shitty situation! You should be dying to marry me!"
Her eyes brim with tears and a glare. I could not stand that glare.
I grasp her jaw tightly her eyes still on mine.
"Don't look at me like that."
"You're asking for more than what you once did. You said we'd both have our space, and now what do you want, to touch me?"
I'd love to touch you, I'd die to touch you.
I roll my eyes "It's normal for a couple to touch each other, I'm just touching your hair, I'm not asking for your love only your companionship." I scoff.
She shoves my hand away and I glare.
I slide to her a box I brought down with me bringing her attention to it.
She looks at me in question.
I open it to reveal a diamond ring glittering and surrounded by sapphires.
"It was my grandmother's."
Her eyes go wide.
I take it out and slip it on her finger.
"It's yours now."
She looks at it in shock.
"This is- too much.."
Nothing's ever too much for you.
"Then you better not lose it."
She looks at me earnestly.
"Don't take it off."
My mother will and my family will come here to stay with us to prepare for the wedding arrangements, during that time you must sleep in my room.
She stands up quickly.
I click my tongue ready for her complaints.
"Must we?"
"We must." I counter grabbing her hand.
"It will not look real otherwise."
"Can't we say that we are waiting until marriage to sleep in the same room?"
"We are not an orthodox family."
Very unorthodox.
She clicks her tongue.
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Enamor
Romanceenamor: /iˈnamər,eˈnamər/ to be filled with a feeling of love for. "Dance for me" I whispered in her ear. She smiles. We were outside in a garden near a lake. It was beautiful. The sun was setting. She took off her shoes and stood up on the grass. ...
