One hand rests on Jason’s shoulder, and the other snakes around my waist. The three of us sway from side to side, moving as one. Something inside me clicks into place. It’s subtle. Quiet. Like when Jason comes home late from a game and I’m asleep in bed; the bed dips as he slides under the covers and wraps his arms around me. I barely wake, yet I know he’s home and I feel at peace. Complete. That’s how it feels to be held between Jason and Celeste as we dance. Everything I’ve ever wanted, ever needed, ever loved, is right here surrounding me.
Oh my heart.
