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backless
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Backless. Black. Satin.
The way she was pressed so closely to him, dancing in the crowded room, hand trailing up her back, wishing she was his but too scared to say say the words.
His world was crumbling around him and yet there she was, right next to him like she'd always been, looking more breathtaking than anything or anyone he'd ever seen before.
They swayed to the music, holding each other close and all he could think about was how good she felt against him and how right it felt to have her in his arms and how desperately he wanted her to be his everything instead of just his something.
He's really not sure, even to this day, how he made it out of that wedding alive when she was looking at him that way and holding him so tight that he thought he might snap into a million pieces.
He tells her later on down the road, on a random evening cuddled on the couch weeks after he finally came to his senses, how badly he fought with his insecurities that evening and how desperately he wanted to drag her upstairs and never let her go.
Her only response was a soft look into his eyes and a muttered, "Me too."
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