We are only friends. I press to that fact, but still my heart beats a hundred times faster as we dance together.
We had spent quite some time choreographing this dance together and here we are: the steps running into a well-rehearsed picture, the artists are us. And though there is no audience, we dance as if there are a thousand watching our every movement.
As we move in synchronous, we stay close, always touching. Even as I pose pirouette away from him, he reaches out as if trying to stop me. I stop and reach out towards him, stretching towards the comfort of his arms. The music plays distantly but clearly as we keep in time.
The dance comes to an end and his arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, crossing in front of my stomach. I am
We had spent quite some time choreographing this dance together and here we are: the steps running into a well-rehearsed picture, the artists are us. And though there is no audience, we dance as if there are a thousand watching our every movement.
As we move in synchronous, we stay close, always touching. Even as I pose pirouette away from him, he reaches out as if trying to stop me. I stop and reach out towards him, stretching towards the comfort of his arms. The music plays distantly but clearly as we keep in time.
The dance comes to an end and his arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, crossing in front of my stomach. I am