Chapter 12

THE way their bodies spun and danced professionally to the rhythm.

The way they held each other close and smiled to each other along the way between the smooth movements.

The way she held him by his waist and caught him before he fell to the smooth ground, was a part of the choreography.

The way they stared into each other's eyes.

The way he licked his lower lip as he stared into her soft, brown eyes. It was enough to drive her insane.

He knew it.

And he knew he was teasing her.

His body moved rhythmically to the music, and she could finally see how talented he really was up close. It brought a soft smile to her worked out face.

At last, the ending fairy was supposed to happen.

She spun his body one last time and he bent his back, his chest stuck to hers as they finally paused.

Mal stared into his eyes and sent him another smile. He returned it, his chest still heaving up and down.

He swallowed, eventually noticing the space between their lips. Mal inched closer to his plump lips and waited, biting her own, probably to see his reaction.

"C-Can you please kiss me?" He whispered, his voice weak with anticipation. His lips ached desperately for contact.

She smirked and reached to cup his behind with her strong grip. He let out a small gasp at the gesture, eventually smiling. Then, she leaned in to close the gap between their lips after a few, seemingly long moments.

Butterflies erupted in his stomach, making him almost feel nauseated. He tried to match her pace and soon enough, their lips met in the perfect rhythm just like their dancing a few moments earlier.

He let out a moan after she lightly nibbled on his lower lip, his hands fisting on her cotton shirt to get even closer to her. She grabbed him by his thigh to bring him closer, almost as he silently requested. Their bodies tingled with goosebumps. Time seemed to stop.

He moaned again, his lips becoming sensitive to the pressure.

He thought he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Mostly because he knew he had waited so long to get a kiss from her. His lips had ached for the contact ever since he realized his deep love for her.

Soon enough, she broke away. His lips turned cold, and he could almost groan at the sensation.

He turned to look into her eyes, only to find them welling up with tears as well. But not because of how much she wanted the kiss as well.

Something else.

"J-Jagiya, what's wrong?" He asked, holding her closer to his body.

She sighed, stretching her hand to wipe away a tear that strayed from her eyes.

"I-I'm asexual," she muttered tearfully, "I don't like sex. That's why I rejected you the first time in this very studio. I was scared- no, terrified of you asking for something more."

It took him a few moments to absorb the words.

But when he did, he blinked twice and engulfed her in a tight hug.

"I know that, jagiya. But I thought that you read the rumours about me at first and I thought you were disgusted with me."

She shook her head sadly. "I know all about the rumours because my mum made me read this file about you. They investigated and they know they weren't true. I knew they weren't true."

His eyes sparkled with hope. He thought he could kiss her right then and there.

It was the first time someone chose to not believe those rumours.

And he was eternally grateful.

"My parents made me read this file about you too. I knew about your sexuality from the start, and I knew you didn't like sex," he explained, "I don't care about sex. I only want you beside me."

She shook her head, her eyes teary once again.

"You're going to need it one day. I was afraid you're going to leave me or cheat on me."

He shook his head almost immediately, tears filling his eyes.

"No- please. Don't say that," he began, his voice trembling, "I would never do that, okay? Never. I promise."

She nodded with a weak smile, her eyes still doubtful and unsure.

"Jagiya," he called, catching her attention, "I promise I don't want anything more. I just want you to be there for me. You already were for the past week and I've never been more grateful. Please don't think about it too much."

He sighed, holding her tighter. "I would never force you into anything you don't want."

She eventually nodded after a few seconds, rubbing his back.

"Now," he started, shoving her away gently, "can you please kiss me again?"

She giggled, fear disappearing from eyes.

"With pleasure,"

She muttered with a smirk before crashing her lips against his once again. A smile spread over both of their lips. Her heart eventually stopped racing from fear and her muscles relaxed, the grip on his buttocks and thigh still tight whatsoever.

"I love you, jagiya..." he whispered between their lips, trying to catch some air. She smiled once again, her other hand grabbing his waist tighter.

He was hers, she reassured herself, hers forever. He was her husband.

"I love you too, beautiful."