Eight months.

And she wasn’t sure of what to do, everything was so distant yet so perfect. His lips, in that split second, took her back to her fairytale land. A place where she was his and he was hers. Eight months, she had craved his touch, screamed into pillows and cried up till dawn, eight months….

Just like a movie…

And they sat across each other with the most innocent of grins on their faces. However, under the table was another story. Their feet intertwined and evident eye contact couldn’t help but make her blush. As dinner was served, he gripped her feet between his tighter, making her conscious of her surroundings while he had…