The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains and casting gentle shadows on the walls. It was quiet—too quiet—but neither Heather nor Alejandro cared. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing in the middle of the room.
Heather felt a shiver run down her spine as Alejandro's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and for a moment, she was caught in the intensity of his presence.
Alejandro's hands settled firmly at her back, the touch gentle but possessive. His breath brushed against her cheek, warm and steady. The silence between them was thick, but it wasn't awkward. It was... comfortable. Like this had always been the way things were meant to be.
She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, matching her own. Neither of them spoke, the words they could never quite say hanging in the air, but it didn't matter. Not in this moment.
Slowly, Heather let her head rest against Alejandro's shoulder, her fingers trailing lightly across his arm. She could hear the soft rustle of their clothes, the faintest shift of their bodies as they moved, though there was no music to guide them. No rhythm but the one they created themselves.
Alejandro's hold tightened slightly, pulling her even closer as if to say without words that he didn't want to let go. His lips hovered near her ear, his breath warm and gentle as he whispered, "We don't need music to dance, Heather."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "No," she murmured. "I guess we don't."
Their bodies swayed ever so slightly, moving in perfect sync, as though they had always known how to dance this way. There were no steps, no beats to follow—just the unspoken connection between them, a language they shared in silence.
Heather's fingers brushed the back of his neck, threading through his hair, and Alejandro's grip on her waist remained firm, as if to remind her that he was always there, always right beside her.
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside didn't exist. It was just them, the quiet dance, and the feeling of everything they had yet to say but didn't need to.