Boyle-Linetti Wedding
Will you, Jacob Peralta, accept this ring and bring it with me to our weird friends' parents' wedding?
Yes! A thousand times yes!
"Dance with me".
Her voice was soft, and he almost didn't catch it. But her saw her grin, that sweet smile he'd caught in the moonlight that night on the roof, and he was in. He took her hand, and she led him out onto the dance floor.
Her hands were soft, and she fitted in his arms perfectly. She fitted better than he imagined Jenny Gildenhorn would. They swayed to the music, like he'd been thinking about since he was thirteen- only instead of Jenny Gildenhorn, he saw Amy. He wanted to slow dance with Amy.