"This is insane!" his breath is hot against my neck. I can't help shiver at the exquisite feeling of pleasure. "Hold on!' he whispers, before grabbing my waist and giving a tug and lo behold I'm up in the air. I manage to space my legs in a semblance of grace and poise. We had gone over this part for hours, perfecting this one move to flaunt off.

He releases me just as soon my feet touch the ground. And true to my clumsy self, I almost lose my footing. Jason grabs me tightly, pressing me closer to his body in the process. I gasp.

Looking up, I see him grinning from ear to ear. "Now that's my Princess."

"I'm not," I roll my eyes.

"You can't ignore the undeniable attraction you feel for my body though," he mumbles, swinging me around. The music is all lost on us as we twirl endlessly occupying more space on the white marble floor than I have ever imagined us doing.

Somehow as the evening fades into the night and the stars creep up the horizon, Jason drags me off the dance floor and nudges me away towards the back door. We escape hand in hand, grinning like high schoolers sneaking out on a date.

"This garden is my favorite place. I came here with Lydia once." he clasps my hands lightly, dragging me over to an ornate bench with tendrils of green and white climbing up the legs.

"You still love her?" I ask.

"No!' his eyes kindle with flames of determination and I believe him. I know it's possible. Love can die a miserable death at times.

"I love your dress by the way. Smart choice." his eyes rake over the entire length of my torso, settling over my face.

The mellow light makes his eyes gleam like stardust, but the expression on his face is unreadable. So I resort to humor.

"Yeah. As far as I can remember somebody literally kidnapped me from outside the dress store to bring me to his home."

"Yeah! The golden days of the past -—" he smirks.

"You sound like a seventy year old grandpa looking back at a satisfied life he has led, with three grandchildren playing at his feet." I laugh.

"Well. Not a bad idea if I have you by my side."

My mouth drops open.

"Did you just mean to say you want to grow old with me, Jason Fitzgerald?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Yes." he looks straight into my eyes this time— steady, unflinching.

"Oh! I don't think Jace—" my eyes drop.

"You don't think you're ready for this yet. Oh I get it." he throws his hands in the air, exasperated and gets up from his seat.

"Jace, I don't want to rush into this kind of thing. Please try to understand darling!" I croon, lightly padding up behind him, wrapping my arms around his muscled chest. He relaxes in my embrace and turns around to face me. We are so close that I can smell the ginger in his breath. The smell makes me heady and something gurgles in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh Pat!" he looks into my eyes, just an inch of space between our faces.

How easy it would be to bridge that gap in one space of a heartbeat and claim those luscious lips as mine? We hadn't kissed since that day but every fiber of my body longs for it whenever I look at his lips. I immediately grow overly conscious of mine to prevent them from mirroring his moves.

"Tell me something. Do you feel anything for me?" his voice is an urgent whisper in my ear — grave but incredibly sexy.

"YES!" I breathe. "Yes, I do. I feel elated in your company. I feel loved. I feel the first beginnings of something more than friendship but —"

"Hush!" he puts a finger to my lips. "It's okay. I'll wait. I'll wait for eternity if I have to. If the prize for that is you."

And suddenly his lips are on me, hungry and urgent. This time I don't break the kiss as I drown in the intoxicating taste of ginger and a lingering smell of his aftershave. If heaven exists on earth, it is this moment.

We may not be even in love still but there is that undeniable attraction fueled by the passion of something that comes from deep within us, from a certain animal instinct of ours. Beneath these perfect exteriors, and even beneath the broken insides, there exists something deep in our core. Something that wants to find it's other half, not the better half but it's equal half.

I feel complete, just like I always felt but this feeling of fullness, of satisfaction is something eternal, almost spiritual. I break the kiss and look at him. I can see the worship in his eyes.

"Promise me we'll work on this," he gestures to the space between us, "Whatever the hell this is."

"Prince Mathew Jason Fitzgerald actually needs a Princess Patty-Cake to keep him in line!" I give him an over dramatic curtsy, my dress sweeping the ground.

"Deal?" he extends his hands in a very businesslike way, reminding me of the first time we met. It seems like an eternity away. I grab his collar instead, my lips finding their way to his."It's a deal."

THE END
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A/N Thanks everyone for reading this little piece. If you want it to continue please mention below 👇. Dedicated to KashishBelikov my jaan for helping me with this.