My acceptance was a silent nod, my eyes locked with Ava's as they moved towards the dance floor. The music that enveloped us was a slow melody, the kind that seemed to pull at the heartstrings and stir the soul. It was romantic, a soft serenade that echoed the unspoken tension between them.
As we approached the dance floor, the atmosphere shifted palpably, charged with an electric anticipation. Ava's hand, confident and sure, found its rightful place at the small of my back, her touch a silent command guiding me into the dance.
The music enveloped us, a pulsating rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of our hearts, our bodies moving in a harmony that felt as ancient as time itself. We were close, so very close, that every whispered word was a secret, a sacred utterance meant only for the other.
