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“No. I mean it sincerely. You wereallincredible.”
"Thanks," I mumble, not sure where he's going with this.
“Hey, what performance?” Asia asks, unaware of the story behind what happened. It’s not something I’ve ever talked to her about.
“Pen, Xeno and York danced to this song for me and the guys a few years back,” Arden explains, referring to Lorcan and Carrick who were there too.
“I didn’t know that. I’d love to see it,” Asia says, looking between us. She leans against Sonny, his blonde hair picking up the fading evening light.
"Yeah, man. I'd like to see it too," he adds.
Xeno glances over at me. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea."
“It was a long time ago,” I say, feeling my face flush with memory. I remember the night vividly. We were under the influence of drugs when we danced to this song and it was an intense experience, one that ended up with me making love to York and Xeno right there in the gym at Tales. Thankfully, the Deana-dhe were decent enough not to stay for that part.
"Oh, come on. We'd love to see it," Asia persists.
Beast clears his throat. Aside from the Deana-dhe, and Dax and Zayn, he's one of the only other people here that knew what went on in that room given he was guarding the door when it took place. "Don't suppose you remember it all that well. Wasn't it improvised?" he says, trying to give us a way out.
"It was," I agree, even though every single step is burned into my memory.
"Dance! Dance! Dance!" Faith and Iris sing-song together, their childish exuberance endearing.
I swear if I didn't know they weren't related, and a year apart in age, I'd assume they were twins. They have a habit of ending each other's sentences and blurting out the same thing right at the same time.
“Sebastian and George would love to see it too,” Eastern adds, his hands resting on their shoulders. “They’ve heard all about your skills as dancers and are desperate to watch you perform.”
Xeno sighs, clearly torn as he looks over at me. "Tiny?"
"Only if York is okay with it too," I reply, looking over at York who shrugs and nods his assent.
"Sure, why not? I think I remember the steps..." He winks, his voice trailing off as he smiles over at me. By the look on his face, I’m pretty sure he's remembering what happened after we stopped dancing that night just like I am.
"Okay then… My love," Xeno says, offering me his hand.
“You’ve got this beautiful,” Dax says, pressing a kiss against my bare shoulder as I slip my hand into Xeno’s and he guides me to an open spot in the field. The grass is soft and warm beneath my bare feet, and as the fading light douses us all in a soft glow, York steps up behind me, placing his hands on my hips.
"Ready?" Xeno asks.
I nod, then with a gentle brush of his lips against mine, we begin to dance.
NINETEEN
Waves
XENO
The subtle notesofWavesby Dean Lewis float through the speaker, filling the air around us with powerful memories of that night. Just like back then, the three of us are swept up in the current of the music, and the need to move swells inside of me in a rising tide of emotion.
Moving my body in gentle waves, I hold my arms out in front of me, undulating them like tendrils of seaweed drifting and dancing in a warm ocean stream.
Next to me, Tiny and York slip into their own memories as the music plays, dancing solo just like we had that night when we'd been taken over by the music and the magic of the drug the Deana-dhe had given us to heighten our emotions and perception.
It's amazing how the music playing now takes us back to those same intense feelings so easily. It’s like slipping into a welcome dream, and I feel the pull of those memories wash over me as I move, dancing in a current of memories with two of the four people I love more than life itself.
I close my eyes briefly and I'm transported back to that moment when I was high on the hallucinogenic drug, simply compelled to move. I can almost feel the salty water embracing me just like I’d felt back then. I'd been weightless, a mythical creature soaring through the depths of an endless expanse of blue. Today is no different.
Turning in a pirouette, I allow myself the freedom to embrace what I’m feeling and just go with it. I'm driven by instinct rather than conscious thought. The memories of that night come alive and I allow them to merge with the present, moving my body in a way that feels natural, right. My arms flare wide as I dance, performing powerful leaps, turns and spins with a grace and poise I haven't felt before. I’m not a natural lyrical dancer, but there’s something about this memory, this song, that enables me to embrace this style as well as Dax and Tiny can.
