My name is Jane, I am a teacher and I married not long ago,
I'm gonna tell you a story about
how I met my husband.

Once when I was joining a party
and that's where I got to know my soulmate.

It was a party for rich people
so I wasn't worried that he'll be poor or something like that.

I stood there alone under the fancy light and melodious music,
and that's when a princ appeared in my life and invited me to dance.
He had an ideal height, brown curly hair with green eyes, and a clear jawline,
I must admit that he's handsome as hell, which means he's hot.

Of course, I said "YES" my purpose is to come here and attract someone.

His deep eyes and perfect high-bridge nose took my attention.
I dressed in a dress name "Fucking dress",
which I bought a week ago,
it's called "fucking dress" cause it'll be easy for a man to touch your thigh without having to remove clothes or being naked...
I think that's the reason why he invited me, kinda disappointed but I wore them on the purpose...

We danced to the rhythm, my feet took a step back then I rotated myself to the left, and he coordinated with me at the same time.
His hand touched my waist and my hand was on his shoulder,
we looked into each other's eyes,
and suddenly he hold my waist tight and I just enjoyed it by laying my head on his chest.

After a dance, he cuddled me on his lap,
I looked like a child with him,
I even felt his breath behind my neck,
it was warm...
very warm...
that we didn't wanna let this moment end~~
Although this is the first time I met him, I felt like I can trust him,
his shoulder was broad and strong,
and that's when I believe he'll be a solid wall on which I can lean on and don't need to worry about anything.
He was the chosen one...
I've never regretted it and I won't.

After two hours of dancing and cuddling with this handsome man, he asked me what's my name...
I was overjoyed, cuz no guy ever asked me what's my name in such a situation.

-"Jane, how about you? I would like to know"
- "George, I enjoyed it, pretty lady," he said flirty
-" that was sweet of you" I smiled
-"How old are you?" he asked me

Isn't he a bit rude to ask a woman about their age?
I didn't know how to answer him, would he think I am old?
I choose a side option

-" I am 30!" actually I was in my 32nd age, and I stuttered a little while lying
-"...You sure?" he wondered
-"oh...the truth is I am 32" I mumbled
-"you're a little liar" he teased me
-"Well, I lie when I need to"  was a good respond

George was 34 years old, I thought he was younger and I still do, he doesn't age at all.

I order some sherry for the two of us, and a few minutes later I was already drunk but still sober enough to know what I was doing.
In his view, I looked adorable with red cheeks and doe eyes with a naughty look as I pouted my lip under the red of the wine and little distortion of glass 🥂 
He started at me for a while.
The silence was so loud that I had to speak up, he knew what I was up to and we entered the WC.
He pushed me to the wall and approached my face, he touched his head to mine, and he looked into my eyes but I just refuse his eye contact cause I went blushing so badly.
He touched some different parts of my body.
I shrugged a little and pressed my lip to his.
I got goosebumps when he grazed his tongue on my lip.
He started to explore every nook and cranny of my mouth and try to coax a timid tongue.
I had a hard time not letting out any moans while breathing hardly due to the opponent competing for it.
We regretfully parted from each other's lips and gasped while the silver thread glittering under the fanciful light was still stuck on our lips.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shooter a smirk.

By tquyennsherry