She looked delighted in response to his laugh. When it was like this — free and unfettered and unplanned and sincere — Marie thought it was the most wonderful laugh she’d ever heard. She could hardly say she’d known him for a long time. Or even a decent stretch of time. But she could tell the difference between his showman’s laughter and the moments where he was caught off guard by something he found genuinely funny.
And for a few seconds it was like being back in New York again when the entire world had seemingly opened up to her.
Marie was breathless and looking far from wanting to growl when the music stopped and he tugged her in close. The thrill of that definitely hadn’t faded yet, even if, now married, it was slightly less taboo to show affection openly in public. It still reminded her of evenings where she’d push the boundaries of how late it was acceptable to stay out and the mornings of waking up to the excitement of getting to see him again.
“I can’t promise anything, darling. But I’ll try to behave.” She would behave. Even with their troubles, doing anything to jeopardize the chances of this circus making a comeback would be monumentally stupid. And, frankly, she hoped he’d remain in this good mood for the rest of the night so she wouldn’t be left wondering what, if anything, was bothering him and whether she’d participated in his sour demeanor.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. You know how easily I can get myself into trouble.” That could have been taken as a threat, but she was still smiling and had offered his hand a light, barely there squeeze before he’d pulled away. Besides, she looked entirely too amused to be doing anything other than teasing him. “Come fetch me when you’re done mingling.”
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And for a few seconds it was like being back in New York again when the entire world had seemingly opened up to her.
Marie was breathless and looking far from wanting to growl when the music stopped and he tugged her in close. The thrill of that definitely hadn’t faded yet, even if, now married, it was slightly less taboo to show affection openly in public. It still reminded her of evenings where she’d push the boundaries of how late it was acceptable to stay out and the mornings of waking up to the excitement of getting to see him again.
“I can’t promise anything, darling. But I’ll try to behave.” She would behave. Even with their troubles, doing anything to jeopardize the chances of this circus making a comeback would be monumentally stupid. And, frankly, she hoped he’d remain in this good mood for the rest of the night so she wouldn’t be left wondering what, if anything, was bothering him and whether she’d participated in his sour demeanor.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. You know how easily I can get myself into trouble.” That could have been taken as a threat, but she was still smiling and had offered his hand a light, barely there squeeze before he’d pulled away. Besides, she looked entirely too amused to be doing anything other than teasing him. “Come fetch me when you’re done mingling.”