~ Tryson ~
They had been in the half-dark of the dance floor, a soaring love song floating in the air round them, lights dim, but evident when he became toward the stage.
She appeared lovely in this light, staring up at him like that. But she wasn't smiling anymore, and that made his stomach clench.
"Tryson , stop," she'd said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"What? I'm serious."
"You cannot recognize that now." She appeared down and fear entered her scent.
Tryson frowned. "What's wrong? Why are you tense?"
"Because you're being silly about this and… and it is now not silly for me. I'm not trying to make you speak about getting married. I'm just saying, this is a dream you know? Something I seem forward to. Later. Years from now."
"Right. So all I'm pronouncing is, when we
