Summer: Davian and Ambriel
Ambriel hadn't known what a dresscode of white meant, so he had just settled for his white clothing. He had no white shoes, so he went in flip-flops, but his white shirt and the fancier grey pants that he had borrowed seemed to be cut very well. It helped that he had white wings, which also caught the light.
He had noticed how Davian looked, and he had told him. And then kissed him. Ambriel gave Davian a grin as they entered the ballroom, and then, Ambriel was at a loss. But Davian seemed to know, but when he pulled the angel close, Ambriel maintained some distance between them. Grinding seemed lewd. "Not everybody grinds. Teach me how to dance for real."