or forever hold your peace 💐 (Marecal - Modern AU - rated M)
Chapter 7: I wanna dance with somebody
“What do we have here? The Calores! Just married and looking like a dream.” Goddammit Davidson. Cal waved and raised his hand, politely acknowledging the round of applause after the singer's introduction. “A little birdy told me you didn’t have your first dance yet.” Tonya winked. “The floor is all yours, honeymooners.” Ouch! Five fingernails dug into his thigh under the table. Mare leaned into him so he partially hid her panicked face from the world. “We can’t,” she whispered furiously. “We never practiced. Do you know how much I trampled over your brother’s feet practicing? We’ll look stupid as shit.” Cal found her sudden insecurity surprisingly endearing. He lowered his palm pressing it over the back of her hand, so tiny and delicate it made him lightheaded. Her nails dug deeper. Fine, maybe not so delicate.










