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she says
after a while.
What?
Dancing
with you.
It’s calming.
I smile.
Yeah.
I let our slow steps and gliding say what I can’t:
You deserve this.
You are safe.
We could
do this
for real. If you just trust me.
We are so lost in the moment
it takes me a while to register
that the song has changed
that Lyric is still in my arms
even though
the Supremes version of
“My Favorite Things”
blares over the gym sound system.
We are still holding one another
dancing to
a quintessential Christmas track
and everything is right.
Hold that right there, you two!
The flash from Kiana’s phone
is like a crack of lightning
to my senses.
