jordan holds her in his arms, rotating slowly around the dance floor. their bodies are nearly one.
"i want to do this again," he whispers to her. she nods.
"we can come back next week," lainie suggests.
"no." he unclasps his hands from hers, and lowers to one knee.
"i want to do it. just us two, i mean."
her hand flies to her mouth and jordan pulls a small box from his pocket.
he opens the lid to reveal a ring.
onlookers smile and some wipe their eyes.
"will you marry me?"
his voice is a whisper, a plea, her pending response his lifeline.
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his queen
Poetry"i wish i were a princess." "my darling, you're a queen." -- completed #241 in short story (sept 6th 2018) #1 in #forevermore (oct 25th 2018) #4 in #doubt (jan 1st 2019) #3 in #prose (feb 19th 2021) 100k reads (may 12th 2019) 175k reads (aug 27th 20...
