“Dance with me.” The band is playing some song I vaguely recognize on the other side of the wall; a slow song that reminds me of people dancing beneath the moonlight in the movies. Without even thinking, I’m holding his chest while he holds my waist, and starts to move. But I’m still stiff, because I have no idea what I’m doing. “Ky… I don’t slow dance. I’ve never done it before…” “I know.” He chuckles. “I don’t care. I just wanna be close to you.” My fucking heart… It’s floating weightlessly inside me like a balloon as I lean into him, resting my body on his strength and his size. My face
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