@microficmay Day 27: Hopeful + Alt 1: Hesitate
Remus is sitting on our ugly orange sofa, scrolling through his phone. His eyes crinkle as he chuckles at something funny and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
"Moony, my love," I say, laying my head in his lap.
He simply hums running his fingers through my hair.
"Do you know where I want to kiss you?" I ask sitting up.
He rolls his eyes. "My lips."
"No"
"Cheeks."
"No."
"Neck," he says, tilting his head seductively.
"Nope."
"Then where?" he demands, exasperated.
"At our wedding, in front of our families and friends." I get down on one knee.
There's pin drop silence and my hopefulness turns to hesitance when soft lips crash into mine.
"Oh my God, yes!"











