Spamano-A Dance to Remember

Lovino sighed as he looked down at the red gown lying on his bed. Antonio practically begged him to go dancing and he accepted to go with him, although he would’ve gone without all of the beseeching. He was like putty in the Spaniard’s hands, doing everything he asked… Except wear this fucking dress that Antonio planned for him to wear. He took out his cell phone and dialed his number.

"I am not wearing a dress!" Lovino yelled through the phone.