It'd be awesome if you could listen to Ed Sheeran's Perfect for this.

Also this is probably the last update for today/tonight.

SLOW DANCING

    Nova couldn't believe that just minutes ago, while staring at the mirror, she was wishing Graham could be here.

    And now that he actually was here, she didn't know what to make of it. Even her absolute horror at finding out he'd seen her fool around to one of her favourite songs seemed to dissipate in the face of the mere joy she felt at having him just a breath away.

    "You'll be fine, Nova," Graham said in a somewhat reassuring tone, misinterpreting her silence for nervousness when really she was trying to decide exactly what shade of green his godforsaken eyes were.

    Her heart warmed at his use of her first name; when he'd addressed her as Hart just moments ago, she'd felt an unexpected wave of disappointment. Maybe because using each other's surnames was somewhat of a norm for the both of them and on the night of his birthday, they'd sort of moved past that during their little talk in his kitchen.

    Nova liked to believe they'd had a moment there — a sort of intimacy they'd established when they'd talked about commitments and whatnot.

    "I'm not going to become a better dancer overnight, you know," she muttered in response.

    "No..." He said slowly, looking as if he was seriously contemplating something. "But I can. Dance, I mean."

    Well, this was a nice surprise. "Really?"

    "Yeah," a corner of his mouth quirked up in a crooked smile. "I like to think I'm pretty good at it." And then he was standing up from the stool, making his way towards Nova, stopping just inches away with his hand outstretched. "Dance with me," he breathed.

    The words wrapped themselves around Nova's neck like a leash, tugging her forward without her control, until her chest was merely centimetres away from his, her firm yet soft hand finding a home in his calloused one.

    "Why?" Her voice was a whisper — why was she whispering? And why was she questioning him when she'd already taken his hand for the dance? Where was her head?

    "Loosen you up," his voice dropped to a low volume too, "make you more at ease with the whole flow of dancing. Best I can do right now."

    She nodded, words abandoning her.

    "You like Ed Sheeran," he stated.

    It wasn't a question, Nova observed. How had he known?

    "You have a CD of each of his albums in your room," he explained. "I didn't snoop, it was on your bedside table. Saw it the morning I woke up in your room." Right, he was speaking about when he stayed over after getting drunk at that party.

    With his other hand, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled down, probably looking for a particular song he had in mind. After finding it, he placed his phone against the countertop, on its screen, so that the speaker wasn't muffled.

'I found a love, for me...'

    Graham's free hand came to rest on Nova's back in a feather-light touch and she placed hers on his shoulder, while their other hands were still enjoined, palms pressed together and fingers woven within the spaces of the other's like it was made to fit there.

'Darling, just dive right in, follow my lead...'

    There was a slight gap between both their bodies, but it was charged with an all-consuming heat, one that was pulling them under further and further.

    He was moving, guiding her, and she followed wordlessly.

'I found a girl, beautiful and sweet,
I never knew that you were the someone waiting for me...'

    Graham slightly stepped back, dropping his hand from her back — 'cause we were just kids when we fell in love' — he raised their intertwined hands above her head and spun her around, the skirt of her dress flaring out beautifully — 'darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own' — he kept spinning her, moving her in a way that she gracefully spun the whole way around him before she came to a stop right in front of him, where she'd started.

    Their hands went back to their previous positions, one on her back, one on his shoulder and the other two intertwined.

    As the music picked up, so did the pace of their footing and movements.

'Baby, I'm dancing in the dark,
With you between my arms,
Barefoot in the grass,
Listening to our favourite song...'

    He spun her again, just once, but this time he placed both his hands on her hips and pulled her forward, till her face was a kiss away from his.

    'I whispered underneath my breath' — her arms reflexively went around his neck, two pairs of eyes getting lost in each other — 'darling, you look perfect tonight'.

    Their bodies moved closer, foreheads touching, noses brushing ever so lightly and eyes burning into each other like pools of molten lava.

    Her tangled hands were a caress against the nape of his neck, her fingers idly playing with the hair at the back of his head. And his hands on her waist left a trail of scorching heat throughout her body, the intensity of his touch fighting past the red fabric covering her skin.

    There they were, two lone figures dancing to a song nobody outside the house could hear, in a corner of the kitchen, with her wearing a wine-red dress whilst he had on faded jeans and a grey T-shirt that said: I hate Tuesdays; you wouldn't understand.

    They were in their own world, finding bliss in the ignorance of reality.

    A reality where Graham knew this wasn't the dance that was going to make tonight special for Nova, even though he wished it was.

    A reality where Nova knew this wasn't the guy that had poured all his effort into wooing her and stealing her heart, but she'd lost it to him anyway.

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They're so cute, aren't they? And Nova.. She seems so happy, doesn't she? :')

Good.

Now its time to rip it all away.
Do not come at me with pitchforks.