They embraced, Jordan’s fingers tightly entwined in Declan’s hair, his fingers pressed tightly into her back. After a few seconds, they began to sway to the music. Then, spontaneously, they took a few proper dance steps together. Declan dipped her, and Jordan struck a pose. Declan smiled, turning his face quickly away from her, hiding this from her, of all the things to hide. But Ronan could see his smile, and he could see it was one he’d never seen his brother wear before, not in all the years he’d known him. This smile wasn’t for Jordan, it was because of Jordan.
