The Dance 3

Love is just a word until

someone comes along

and gives it meaning. 

—Paulo Coelho—

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I couldn't turn and look back to confirm my assumption but I just knew he was there. Surprisingly, the thought was making me nervous for an unknown reason. 

Butterflies fluttered my stomach, my hands went cold underneath the gloves, and my heart made a somersault inside my chest. 

I told myself to focus and enjoy the dance but I just couldn't. I was too distracted that I missed a step but Calix came to my rescue and helped me recover my poise.

Calix said nothing nor did he make a remark about my lack of focus. He was putting it mildly, assuming that the amount of guests swarming inside the room was what made me all fidgety. 

The music came to an end, indicating that his turn has ended. 

Calix laid a kiss on my cheeks, "Happy birthday sister," he whispered. His lips stretched into a shy smile.