Contract Marriage: I Will Never Love You

Matthew

I hold Sarah close as we slowly move with the music. "You are too stiff," I say

"Sorry," she breathes.

I soften my gaze. "It’s okay. Do you want to leave?"

"My mom will have my head if we leave early," she says, pouting.

I chuckle. "Maybe it’s time you stopped worrying about what your mother thinks of you."

She rests her cheek on my chest. "Yeah, you are probably right."

"I usually am," I say.

She scoffs against my chest, but I feel the way her body relaxes a little more in my arms. "Don’t get cocky."

"Too late," I murmur, my lips brushing her hair.

We dance for a few moments more, and I find myself enjoying the warmth of her body against mine.