Our bond is unbreakable, a love that never wavers. When life knocks us down, we’re always there to pull each other back up.
I was born into this life with two soulmates.
Very few people are this fortunate.
Interpretative Dancing
Alek
StandinginfrontofHayvin’s door, I rake my fingers through my hair and smooth my shirt, erasing wrinkles.
My grip on the wildflowers quivers as I jab the doorbell. The chime rings through her house, and within moments, Hayvin’s voice crackles to life from the camera speaker.
“State your business, sir,” she teases.
I peer into the camera with a smile. “There’s this beautiful, kind woman who agreed to go on a date with me. She’s full of sass and lights up a room anytime she walks into it. She’s one of the best lyricists I’ve ever met. Her lyrics put you in a chokehold and hold you captive until the final note. Her smile can break through my darkness, and her laugh makes me fall deeper in love with her every time I hear it.”
“Smooth talker,” Hayvin mutters.
Her voice falters, a subtle vulnerability breaking through her usually playful confidence. I crush the flowers in my grip, resisting the impulse to comfort her on the spot.
“You can come in,” she says.
Before I can make a move, Everleigh speaks. “Not another step, lover boy. Before I permit you entrance to take my girl, you must perform an interpretive dance.”
A drumbeat booms from the speakers, and I groan, already envisioning this disaster plastered across her fucking social media for everyone to see.
I set the flowers on the porch swing and roll my head along my shoulders.
Then I drop my ass like it’s motherfucking hot. My moves are wild, hopelessly offbeat, but I throw myself into it with everything I’ve got.
I pop my ass and roll my hips. I twirl, leap, and windmill my arms, spinning around the porch like I’m dodging an angry swarm of bees, all for the camera’s delight.
It’s a disaster. Utterly fucking awful. But as their laughter drowns out the music, the flush of embarrassment gives way to relief, a surge of connection settling over me. Every scrap of mortification feels worth it.
Dropping to my hands and knees, I arch my back repeatedly before straightening. I nod to the beat and crawl across the porch as the beat builds to its crescendo. The beat ends as I stretch my torso up, reaching back to smack my ass. I hold the pose and make a duck face into the camera, winking at the girls.
They whoop and holler, causing me to laugh as I climb to my feet.
Sweat drips down my temple as I catch my breath, my chest heaving. I lift my t-shirt’s hem to wipe my face.
A soft, irresistible whimper escapes her. The sudden shift in her gaze scorches my skin, heat and longing written clearly there, forcing me to hide my grin in my shirt, her quick reaction making my own heart race.
Good to know my woman is still attracted to me, at least.
I drop my shirt, and Hayvin watches me with heat. Everleigh lounges against the doorframe, smirking as she types on her phone.
“Let me guess. You’re uploading that video to your feed?” I groan.
Everleigh snorts. “Of course. It’s too good not to. You got an issue with that?”
I shrug, picking up the flowers to hand to Hayvin. “Why would I? I’m not ashamed to show the world how crazy I am over your best friend.”
She wants to say something snarky. It’s there in her eyes, and I brace myself for her sharp tongue.
Everleigh glances at the flowers, then down at the video, and finally at Hayvin before exhaling. “You did good, lover boy.”
Hayvin scoots up to me. “Are those for me?”
