Week 3E: Dance
Sailor Raspberry
152 words
They had been in a lot of situations, many of them cynical, a few contemptuous, and on a good day, compelling.
None of them, at all, had turned into awkward.
They had barely been dating for a month before a chance came about and beckoned them to the dance floor. Though it was dark, and though there was music loud enough to drown out the wild beating of their hearts, they couldn't push past the insecurities and conscience thoughts.
When they discovered a grasp that suited them and their fluttering hearts, the silence stretched and curved into anxiety.
She stepped on his foot. He pulled out a strand of her hair. They both stumbled over the other, faces pink with embarrassment, and when the song finally ended, their relief was painfully palpable.
But they knew, as he led her away for a cup of punch, it wouldn't be better any other way.