A Little Bit Married

Equal Exchange

"Why do you think I would want to give my first and last dances off for shoes?" I asked, my eyes slowly moving between his lips and his eyes, my body feeling the warmth he was exuding.

He gave a small chuckle as he came behind me, his fingers running along the length of my arm. "Is it not a fair deal to you?"

I gave a small, almost dramatic huff. "I don't believe it is. Choose something less expensive, and I shall be more inclined."

"Your dances are all I want," he countered, and I met his eyes. They were dark, serious, but with slightly mischievous undertones. "You can ask me for something with the shoes so it doesn't seem too unfair."

I gave a small nod, my mind reeling. I finally thought of what I would want and slowly turned to him. "Are we going home right after the party?"

He nodded. "I would believe so. Why?"

I bit down on my lips slowly, then averted his gaze. He brought his hands to my chin, his eyes fixed on my lips.

"Move them, sweetheart."

If someone were to see us, they would think we were the perfect couple. But we weren't, and we both knew it. We had blurred lines, crossed boundaries, and grey morals, but still. We were barely married. Just a little married.

"Can we stay at the hotel one more night?"

His eyes met mine. "Why?"

"For the same reasons we left," I said in a beat. "I just want one more night where I don't have to worry about another woman trying to steal my husband."