(I do not know like anything about ballet. I haven’t done it in like ages. It’s not accurate but I wanna write a romance)

I put my pointe shoes on as I watch the photographer explain the pose she wants us to do. A simple leap, but he holds me up by my waist in the air. I nod. Aaron grabs my waist and as I jump he lifts me higher and the camera clicks. Aaron sets me down, his arms around my neck from behind.

“Was that good?” I ask trying to ignore the way he’s being with me. The photographer grins and comes over to show us our next one.

“Aaron, you’ll need to hold her by her knees. And Celine, you’ll need to put your arms up and arch.”

We do so. Aaron hoists me up, his hands gripping my claves as our chests touch. I arch and let my arms fall back and the camera clicks. She has do a few more and then finally we gace to shots left to do. She asks for me to try to lay across his shoulder with one foot in posse and my arm stretched back. It takes us a moment but we finally get into the pose and there is a click but it’s not the camera. I gasp out in pain. My shoulder.

“Ow ow ow ow Aaron!” I gasp out and he acts immediately, quickly but gently, helping me down and tries laying me on the floor. I’m holding my breath because my shoulder is throbbing. I think I pulled something. And I’m not thinking and I land wrong rolling my ankle. I cry out.

“Celine, Celine breathe.” He says trying to hide his panic. He tells the photographer to grab ice as he takes off my pointe shoes to relieve my foot of the tightness. I shift onto the hurt shoulder, gasping.

“Aaron-“ he looks at my face looking for what’s wrong. “My shoulder” I keep repeating it over and over. I can’t be injured. Not by a photoshoot. The pain is hot in my shoulder as Aaron tries to move it a little. When I cry out he stops and puts a hand on my face, his thumb running over my cheek.

“Celine, you’re going to be fine. You need to breathe. I know it hurts. But I need you to try to stand up in a moment so we can get to the doctors office.” I nod, trying my best to breathe. But the only thing I can notice is how sweet he’s being. No fair. I try to sit up but it burns and I collapse back down.

“Can-can you please help me up. It might hurt less.” Aaron nods, he gently grabs my safe shoulder and slowly pulls me into a sitting position. I exhale heavily as he starts to help me to my feet. I try to take a step but nearly fall face flat, thankfully he catches me. The photographer comes back in with ice bags. Aaron takes them, thanking her as he helps me out the door when we are faced with stairs. I groan. “Are there no elevators?” Aaron shakes his head thinking.

“You trust me?” He asked, I raised an eyebrow.

“…yes I do.” Before I can finish I’m suddenly being lifted into his arms bridal style. I wince as my shoulder hits his arm. “Im fine. Just…go.” I sigh. I try to relax and it’s not hard. Because, Aaron is so warm. His body isn’t hard but it’s firm and I rest my head on his chest. My foot and shoulder are still killing me but I ignore it, enjoying my moment with him. I don’t know what to think with his actions this week…but he’s been different. More…endearing? He’s caring a ton more, he’s been opening up, and he’s always complimenting me. Oh I hope I don’t read this wrong.

An hour later we walk out of the doctors office with an ankle brace and a heating pad. Aaron drives me home and helps me into my apartment. Before he leaves I speak out, “Wait.” He pauses and turns around. “Stay? You helped me out a ton today, I’ve got some lunch made from yesterday. Have some?” He doesn’t seem to hesitate but he does seem like he’s trying to think. “Unless you can’t. That’s okay. I’m not like forcing you to stay or—“

“No,” Aaron interrupts me, “I’d like to stay, I’m just trying to remember my schedule today. But…I am pretty confident I can stay.” I watch as he checks his phone. He looks so cute when his eyebrows crease in concentration. Aaron looks up with a soft smile. “I don’t have anything else for the day.” I smile back.

“Good.” I hobble to the fridge grabbing the food and some plates. “Make yourself at home. I’ll warm up some lunch.”