Her skirt billowed out like half imagined fog, and all that he could see were those bright colors on her skin.
His gloved hands pulled her closer, and Nino felt his heart leap to his throat.
His adventure, his love, his passion was dancing in his arms, acting like she belonged on the dance floor even though she didn't really know how to dance; her confidence was breathtaking, stunning to his eyes, and he loved it, thrilled over it, reveled in it.
Nino nudged her closer to his arms as he spun around to the notes of a song that he could sing in his sleep; music was his thing after all.
Alya beamed at him, laughing at something, and pressed closer to his arms as if she couldn't get enough despite everything.
Nino's fingers tingled wherever they touched, and he stared delicately down at her, watching the ball gown twist and bend around her shape so easily.
It was an older style dress, meant for the formalest of formal occasions, Nino was sure, but it was just as enchanting now, made her stand out in all of her unique glory, and left his throat aching and breathless whenever he stared too long.
Alya just glowed tonight, glowed in her dress, and became everything that the sun could equal, every gorgeous light cast by the moon, and Nino couldn't imagine a prettier woman. She was definitely a woman in this moment despite how young they both still were; they were teenagers, not even adults yet, and still she was an incredible woman where she rested against his arms.
She just smiled at him, eventually leaning forward to whisper in his ears like there was some big conspiracy theory that she just had to share or as if he was a prized gem in a room full of rocks.
Alya was his everything, and he could feel that in every inch, every millimeter, of his skin, every where she touched tingled, everywhere his eyes found were some part of her like her eyes that glistened in the bright lighting on the dance floor.
Nino could only see her, only ever wanted to see her, and his love for her shown above everything else in the room; he pressed closer, kissing the side of her mouth, more so on her cheek than anything.
She giggled when she brought his face closer again and kissed him on his lips with all that she could muster up, all that she was worth, and Nino's mind went blank with the fireworks of it, lost in a swirl of just pure Alya from the almost cinnamony scent of her to her radiance tonight and even to the soft brush of her hair against his cheek and the gentle way her dress pushed against his suit at trying to twirl while being so close.
Nino was lost in a daze of just his girlfriend, and he didn't mind in the least.