I smirk looking back at him
“Oh come on I’ll be with you”
He looks at me sideways like he was questioning himself slightly, finally giving in he tells me
“For half the evening, the other half is just you and I don’t think I can leave you like this”
I always found it amusing that he thought he had power over my decision on what to wear, what people don’t understand is that me, my mum and my gran give the men the power, we allow them to have it. And honestly it’s a little flattering when you think, damn someone loves me so much that he doesn’t want anyone else seeing what is his, and I am only his because I let myself be his.
Yes fate put us together, but if I didn’t love him, I wouldn’t be with him. If I didn’t care or fancy him I wouldn’t want him but I do. I love him, I care for him
