darlingmarilyn.

    his whole behaviour elicits a giggle from the girl’s mouth & an eyebrow is raised at him, somewhat amused. oh, the nice words… the charming smile - they weren’t new to her, at all. still, she would play along with him for now; just because he was cute, and honestly — who could turn down a dance from paul? not her, obviously! reaching out, she takes his hand in hers. ❛ we’ll see about those moves, love. ❜

                        “ I’M NOT KNOWN T ’ DISAPPOINT, Y ’ KNOW, ”    a clever, wily  &  suggestive smirk licks at the corners of his lips – he’s the picture of charm: handsome, quick on his feet,  &  famous to boot.  “ I do warn ye, however, Miss Monroe, I won’t be held accountable should y ’ find yerself fallin’ madly in love wit’ me come th ’ end ‘a th ’ night, ”  he says, feigning seriousness before the facade dissolves with a flirtatious wink as her hand becomes the anchor to their now mutually shared rhythm across the floor. The rest of the private party seems to fade away, leaving only them  &  no one else; not even the flash of cameras from outside heavily guarded entrances could deter them now.