CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE TWO TO TANGO

JADE’S POV "You're being serious? Aren't you sweet?" I say when he holds me by my waist as we sway to the beat of the music. "I am, aren't I?" He responds, spinning me around twice, and I snort lightly before facing him again. I put my hands on his shoulder since he's too tall for them to hang around his neck, but it's still comfortable. "You did well, by the way; everyone couldn't stop talking about the designs and decorations," he murmurs against my ear, and I know what he's referring to. "Thank you, but it wasn't just me; a lot of us put in work for its success," I reply, feeling good about the professional compliment, but I know that I couldn't have done it alone; I had a lot of help so that I couldn't take all the credit. "I'm sure they did," he replies, and I rest my head on his chest with my face to the side. "I was so stressed preparing for that; I put in a lot, so I got upset when the ladies reviewing the event were being... you know," I admit, and he hums in response, s