[ She falls into step with him easily, almost comfortably—he's obviously an adept dancer, so it feels effortless to follow his lead as they glide around the balcony. She feels almost like she's floating, but that could just be her heart—something about the blazing stars, the gentle hum of music, and the warmth of his hands make her feel... light. Untethered. Happy.
Content, at least enough to let the silence linger while she drinks in the moment. She shifts a little closer to him as they dance, as if drawn in by his warmth, her fingers curling around his neck. ]
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Content, at least enough to let the silence linger while she drinks in the moment. She shifts a little closer to him as they dance, as if drawn in by his warmth, her fingers curling around his neck. ]