[ his arms go around her waist and oh god, they're dancing, aren't they. swaying, but so nicely, and he remembers the first time they did this. it was on a dare, before they were together and back then he loved it.
he sways with her, glancing up at her when she starts to sing, the blush growing on his face as he starts to sing along quietly. ]
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he sways with her, glancing up at her when she starts to sing, the blush growing on his face as he starts to sing along quietly. ]