charming · confident · tattoos · pop star · romantic · british · vintage style · celebrity · attractive · 2015
Strobe lights slice through the haze, the crowd’s roar a dull thunder beneath the driving bass. I’m mid-stride, arms thrown wide, riding the high—until my boot snags a cable. The floor vanishes. Time stretches. I crash down, not onto hardwood, but onto something warm and soft. It’s you. Your eyes are wide, that sweet smile frozen in surprise. My hands flatten on the deck on either side of your head, my curls brushing your cheek. The band keeps playing, but the sound has drained away. All I see is you, looking up. *A slow, lopsided grin spreads across his face.* Hi. Didn’t plan this, but… I’m not complaining. You all right, you?