I watch you spin around in the highest heels.
You are the best one of the best ones.
We all look like we feel.
You have stolen my heart.

Radiant. Gillian Foster was radiance. Personified.

Cal watched her dancing with Eli, watched as he spun her in circles. She was wearing those ridiculous shoes he always made fun of her for, but her steps never faltered. She was elegance. Graceful.

Her dark blue dress hugged her curves in all the right places. She'd left her hair down. He imagined it probably smelled like orchids. It usually did. Intoxicating.

And that laugh…

He could hear it from across the room. It filled his ears and brought a smile to his face. She was best at making him laugh, even when he didn't feel like it. She always found a way. She was the light in his eyes. Luminous.

He spelled it all out in his head as he watched her. Graceful. Intoxicating. Luminous. Lovely. Impeccable. Alluring. Noble. Fetching. Outstanding. Stunning. Tempting. Enchanting. Radiant. And anything and everything in between.

There was only one thing left to do.

"May I cut in?"

Loker handed her over without a fight. Even a blind man would see that those two belonged together.

Cal spun her too, just to hear more of that laugh, and when he pulled her in, he held her closer than usual. She noticed.

"Cal?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

"Fostah?" he mimicked playfully, a grin spreading across his face, provoking another laugh from her (which had been his intention, truthfully).

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked after a moment's silence.

"Like wha', luv?"

She didn't reply. Simple arch of a brow, and he understood. He took her silence as an opportunity. Lips met. Hearts fluttered. They parted gently. Reluctantly.

"Tha' would be why, luv." he explained with a smile.

She simply nodded, unable to keep from smiling herself. That smile had the ability to melt his heart, to make him weak at the knees. He knew in that moment that his heart was hers. Always had been. Always would be.

She'd stolen it years ago, and he had no intention of asking for it back.