Rejected By One, Claimed By Another
"Yes Ria, it for you. For the festival."
Her fingers traced the delicate embroidery, eyes still wide with admiration.
"It's beautiful…" she whispered. "I love it. Thank you."
She jumped on him, hugging in tightly, planting numerous kisses in his cheek.
He giggled softly. "It will look better on you."
She broke the hug, staring deeply into his eyes, his arms still wrapped around her slightly.
Aria rose slowly on her toes, her fingers curling lightly against his arm for balance. Her heart raced as she leaned in, brushing a soft, fleeting kiss against his lips before pulling back, her cheeks warm and her eyes shyly searching his.