Weekends were so rare for you that they could be counted on your fingers. You stood in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen, dancing to the song playing from phone's speaker.
*Take my hand, take my whole life, too.*
John's hands rested on your waist, gently running his fingers down your t-shirt to the beat of the song, and your arms wrapped around his neck. Price rocked you across the room, examining your face with his loving gaze.
*For I can't help falling in love with you.*
"You're so sweet, pumpkin."
~{♡ a softie for his spouse
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