It was brand-new for both but then at the same time they fell back into their rhythm. His hand found its way on her lower back when they turned a corner together or entered a doorway. Her smile and glance would cross the room smoothly.
They noticed each other this time, more than they had before. Everyday counted as something fresh, something new to look forward to. At work they kept it at a distance. With the exception being if they were alone each other's offices. She would sit on the corner of his desk while explaining something or he would stand over her shoulders rubbing her neck as she sat at her desk reading something he had drafted up.
When they would return home to their apartment both would collapse into each other's arms with relief. On really late nights they would just fall asleep with him holding her. Her head resting on his chest as he looked at the ceiling thinking about how much they both need each other.
He needed her to light a fire in him. To get him excited to work. He needed her as his soft spot. He needs something this heart can melt to. She needs him to ground her. She has so much passion and he helps her control it. He is the one person who treats her for lack of a better word as person. He doesn't need her to show off to him or impress him. She has nothing more to prove to him anymore.
On the weekends they would go out and walk around. Discover new things about each other. Explore new activities while rediscovering themselves as well. Both of them have danced around each other for so long that they lost themselves a little. This fresh start helped them become themselves again.