#49

"Lost my shoe"

— JYLEAFER15

"Castle, Castle!" she laughs, hanging on to him by the arm, swaying precariously.

"What, what happened?" He clutches her, holding her up.

"Lost my shoe," she mumbles, sounding breathless, her forehead buried against his shoulder. "Let me - hang on."

He glances down to find her working her foot back into her heel, her cheeks flushed in the golden sunlight. His fingers skim the hair back from her face and hook it slowly behind her ear.

She finds her balance, firmly in her shoes again, her chin coming up so that she's right there with him. The lace under the fingers at her back find skin, and she smooths slowly over the taut line of muscle.

"Thanks," she breathes. "How gauche. Tripping at my own wedding dance."

"Never," he murmurs, lips lifting into a smile. "Besides, that's what I'm here for. To catch you when you run out of your heels."

She looks lovely. And in love with him. His fingers dapple over her jaw and he can't help but kiss her.

She hums, and her hand cups the side of his face as if to keep him.

She can have him.

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