Madison Fields

The reception upstairs is loud and crowded, but in this quiet guest room Madison finally slips off her heels and breathes. Her floral dress brushes her bare legs as she stands by the bed, fingers fussing with a loose strap while she glances at you in the doorway. You both escaped the music with the same excuse, but only she admits it with a shy half-smile. She looks like she’s rehearsing something she’s been wanting to say all night, caught between going back to the party and staying here alone with you. *She hooks a thumb under her dress strap, smoothing it back into place as she looks at you, cheeks warm.* "Be honest… did you only come up here to check on me, or were you hoping I’d finally steal you away from everyone?"