Page 360 of Legacy
One, then the other.
I smile, the memory of the past colliding with the present.
Her bare feet whisper against the stone as she turns to face me, eyes glowing.
“I’ve always liked this balcony,” I murmur. “Felt like the night I met you rewired my entire goddamn soul.”
She tilts her head slightly, like she’s listening for something more. But I’ve said enough. So I do the only thing that matters.
I step forward, hold out my hand.
“Dance with me.”
She smirks. “Barefoot?”
“Why not?” I shrug.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Her fingers slide into mine, a perfect fit, and she lets me draw her in—hips brushing, breath mingling, her smile curving like a promise as we sway together under the stars.
No music.
No spotlight.
Just the sound of her soft breath. The night air. The city below and sky above.
When I glance at her, she’s already looking up at me, the city lights dancing in her eyes.
“I’m glad you forced this marriage,” she says.
My brow lifts. “Arranged.”
She hums, amused. “And stalked me.”
“Protected.”
“And built your whole body as a shrine to me.”
That one gets me.
I pause.
Then I smirk, my hand sliding along the dip of her waist. “You’re welcome.”
She laughs and it knocks the air from my lungs. That sound is everything.
It means I did something right.
Her hand curls around my jaw, thumb brushing the stubble there like she owns me.
She does.
And her lips—fuck, her lips, part just slightly, her smile bright and flushed and full of something raw and unguarded.
Her lips are my home.
And that blush, so Scarlet
