~ ZEV ~
They were in the half-dark of the dance floor, a soaring love song floating in the air around them, lights dim, but glaring when he turned towards the stage.
She looked beautiful in this light, staring up at him like that. But she wasn't smiling anymore, and that made his stomach clench.
"Zev, stop," she'd said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"What? I'm serious."
"You can't know that now." She looked down and fear entered her scent.
Zev frowned. "What's wrong? Why are you tense?"
"Because you're being silly about this and… and it's not silly for me. I'm not trying to make you talk about getting married. I'm just saying, that's a dream you know? Something I look forward to. Later. Years from now."
"Right. So all I'm saying is, when we get married, we need to make sure and do that."
