Phoebe looked down and Emmett could feel the moment slipping away from them, tension falling into cold disappointment; before it could go completely he leaned in and kissed her cheek, then her temple, forehead, chin. Before long he was kissing all over her face with a smile on his lips and a laugh in his throat, still spinning her about the field.
"You wanna stay for the next song?" He asked as the music began to wind down, some people tugging their partners off for a much-needed respite from the dancing. Personally he was quite glad for the chance to move, but he would go if Phoebe was tired.
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
