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"Won't you wear my ring around your neck? To tell the world I'm yours by heck. And let them see I love you so And let them know by the ring around your neck."
Your man finished jamming and dancing around on stage to thunderous applause (as always). He waltzed over to you, seeming on cloud nine, the way he always does after a performance. A bead of sweat ran down his tanned forehead, quiff still perfectly in shape! His new song entitled 'Wear My Ring Around Your Neck," was a huge hit tonight and a huge surprise to you- it was your first time hearing the song. Setting his guitar down on a nearby bar table, whilst audience members slapped his back happily with eager smiles, Elvis reached you. Panting heavily, he pulled you into a boyish, warm yet sweet hug.
"Whadya think, huh?" Elvis held onto your hands desperately, his plump lip curling up and brows furrowed in wonderment. His blue eyes scanned you, wanting to gage your reaction. "E, That was wonderful!" You giggled, reaching out to brush a slick strand of hair from his forehead, watching his facial expressions twist into one of joy. "Really?" He grinned, suddenly lifting you of your feet and wrapping his strong arms around you, twirling you round 3 times before setting you down, much to the surprise of the onlookers. Before now Elvis was simply known as 'the kid' to people around town and many disregarded your relationship as 'young love' although you and E know differently.
"It was about us, ya know?" He suddenly informed you as though reading your thoughts, rubbing his neck nervously and talking over the band who were playing a groovy beat. Confused, you simply nodded for Elvis to continue. "The song. It's bout how people say we're nothin. But we aren't. We're special." He looked up at you through his long black eyelashes, making your heart melt.
"Here." Was all Elvis said, digging in his pockets for something. With a curl of his cute lip, he successfully pulled out a gorgeous gold ring, attached to a delicate chain. With a gasp, your eyes widened as he held the ring out to you. "Oh E, it's beautiful!" You exclaimed, trickling your fingers over the gold, onlookers smiling at each other and a couple raising judgemental brows in yours and Elvis's direction. "Turn." He instructed, with a smouldering smile, gently moving your hair out of the way. His warm hands did up the clasp, readjusting the necklace until it fell around your neck the way he wanted. With a smile, he took your hand again, the other pulling you into him by your shoulder. "Beautiful." He murmured, his Chin resting on your hair, words and breath feeling warm on your scalp.
This was all you ever dreamed, all you ever imagined...
