(Alexander)
I took Selene’s hand and led her to the dance floor. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. She was here—that was all that mattered. Her fingers slid into mine, the exact kind of comfort I needed.
We stopped in the center just as the slow music started to play. I turned to face her, my hand finding her waist, hers resting on my shoulder. Her smile—small, quiet, but real—broke something open inside me.
We began to move, instinctively in sync. Like we’d done this a hundred times before, even though it was our first dance. No awkward stumbles. No hesitation. Just us.
I was so damn happy she came. I didn’t want to let myself hope—not after everything—but here she was, dancing with me beneath the judgmental stares of our kind. Unflinching.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” I murmured.
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