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Love… That magical four letter word.
There really isn’t any other word as powerful. It’s an indescribable feeling to love and be loved. It’s an emotion that has tied us together and made us believe that anything is possible so long as we have each other. With love wedohave a reason. We have a home, a life built on friendship and a passion for dance. We have each other to lean on, to believe in for the rest of our lives. And now, growing inside of me is our future, our happily ever after.
A slow smile pulls up my lips, a feeling of deep peace settling inside of me as I begin to dance. Lifting my hands into the air, I sway my body from side to side, my hands twirling above my head as though reaching for the stars that we were all so desperate to grab hold of as kids.
We wanted a better life for ourselves. We wanted to be free of the pain we lived through, be that from abusive parents, cruel family members or our own internal struggles.
We each had a longing for more.
We were broken kids tired of life kicking us down.
Tired of being battered and bruised.
We wanted something more. Something worthwhile. Something that belonged tous.
And now we have it… Each other.
Behind me, Zayn is first to step out of the shadows and into the pool of light, just like he had that day all those years ago in the playground where we first met. He reaches for my wrists still held up in the air and guides my hands around his neck, his palms feathering over my skin as he slides them down my arms in one sensual stroke, resting just below my breasts and holding me there. I rock my hips on the seat, kicking my legs out in a wide split as he lifts me upwards and back so I can slide them together, my toes dragging across the shiny, opaque floor.
For the briefest of moments, his head dips and he swipes his lips across my ear and whispers, “I fucking love you.” Then as rehearsed, I let go of his neck as he spins me in my arms and I drop back in the chair, legs opening as he steps between them.
A look passes between us. One I don’t think I will ever forget. There’s a tenderness in his gaze, utter devotion, and an unending, heart-clenching love. With one sharp nod, he grins, my pulse rate climbing as he grips the back of the chair, kisses me roughly, then presses the toe of his right foot on the seat between my crotch, the left on the rail and launches into a summersault over my head, taking my boiler hat with him. The crowd roars in appreciation as my hair tumbles out around my shoulders in a waterfall of sleek waves, and I let out a light laugh, joy rising up like effervescent bubbles in my chest.
The cheers continue as Zayn performs a series of somersaults into the shadows and York simultaneously slides into the pool of light on his knees, jumping up as his torso gently bumps against my shins. Taking his proffered hand, he pulls me to his side, as we transition into a series of tap steps that remind me of the old black and white musicals we used to watch curled up on the beat-up sofa in the basement of 15 Jackson street.
With our hands joined, feet moving like lightning, dancing with York is such a joyous upbeat experience as we synchronise our steps, practised over and over again these past couple of weeks. My smile spreads wide as we dance and York twirls me in his arms, dipping me backwards. With a quick kiss to my lips, he releases me and jumps up onto the chair, placing his foot on the rail and tipping it forward. The momentum takes him to the floor and once again the crowd cheers as he bends down and picks up the chair and dances out of sight.
The spotlight widens, illuminating the stage with a blinding intensity as Dax explodes into view with a barrelled calypso leap that propels him across the stage in a blur of graceful motion. As he stands up from a perfect barrel roll, the audience explodes once more. I don't need to see them to know they're all on their feet, unable to contain their excitement at the sheer magnificence of his entrance. The applause only intensifies when he takes my hand and I spin on the balls of my feet as he swirls around me, two electrifying forces orbiting each other.
The energy in the room is palpable, and I can sense the raw emotion emanating from Dax as he pulls me against his chest, wraps his arm around my back, lifting me. I kick out my legs, spinning with him as my hair flies out behind me, weightless, free.
It's a wondrous moment, and I'm filled with so much pride and love for this man who has saved me in so many ways. As his steps begin to slow, my toes find purchase on the floor, and with a heaving chest, I reach up and kiss him.
"I'm so proud of you," I whisper against his mouth.
He grins, his hand flying to his chest, his fingers curling into a fist as he beats his chest, thumping in time to the rhythm of our hearts as he disappears backwards into the shadows.
Moments later Xeno appears, stalking me with a slow, sensual sway of his hips. His ability to dance bachata sends chills up and down my spine. Biting on my lip, I turn away from him, close my eyes, and sway my hips in time to the music. In his hand he grips hold of a length of black silk, and slides it over my eyes, tying it behind my head.
Dropping his lips to my ear, he says, “Now dance with me,” before sliding his fingers down my spine and resting his hand on my hip. With one gentle push, he guides me and I lift
up onto the balls of my feet, twisting to face him.
My breath hitches as Xeno slides his thigh between my legs, and he delicately traces the contours of my spine. His strong hand intertwines with mine, and I place my other on his chest feeling the steady thump of his beautiful, loving heart.
We move together in a sensual dance that ignites a fire deep within me. With each smooth, passionate step, our hips sway and brush against one another, and I'm left feeling completely under his command, utterly enthralled by his ability to make me feel like the only woman to ever exist. In Xeno’s arms, I am his one and only.
As the music builds to its crescendo, Xeno's lips crash down on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with such a fierce intensity my knees feel weak from pure bliss. If it wasn't for the sudden uproarious applause from the audience I would've lost myself to his kiss. As it is, he pulls off the silk tie and we part, breathless, smiling, as the whole stage is awash in a shower of rainbow coloured stars that rain down from the heavens. They twinkle and glitter, catching the light as York, Dax and Zayn join us. Falling to step with the loves of my life, we dance, our movements synchronised, our hearts beating as one as we move in a series of twists and turns, kicking up the stars, dancing amongst them. No longer in shadow, no longer held back by our past trauma, we dance with blissful abandon, our hearts full to the brim with an extraordinary love.
When the music finally comes to an end, we embrace in a circle of love and deep understanding, our connection so strong it seems almost tangible. Stars glitter in our hair, cascading over the opaque floor turning it into a brilliant, midnight sky.
"We did it," I exclaim, the thunderous applause from the crowd growing louder in a crescendo of sound.
"Together," Dax says, eyes brimming with tears of joy.
"And always," we all reply in unison.
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