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It began before names.

Before words.

Before thought.

A rhythm unspoken.

Slow. Insistent.

Impossible to resist.

Minds brushing, leaning, circling.

Hearts daring what bodies had not yet known.

A gravity pulling without asking.

A language only in pauses, in breaths,

in the space between pulse and silence.

And then… it shattered.

Raw.

Sudden.

A weight cutting through everything.

The rhythm trembling.

Closeness dangerous.

Trust fragile.

The current faltered.

Distance became mercy.

A pause too long.

A breath held too long.

The music beneath it all did not disappear… it waited.

Patient.

Slow.

Insistent.

Even in absence, the pull remained.

Fingers almost touching.

Glances lingering too long.

Breaths remembering.

The memory of rhythm, of moving together, alive.

Beneath skin.

Beneath thought.

Beneath restraint.

A heat refusing to fade.

A tension whispering: not yet… but soon.

And then… finally… the air shifted.

Not suddenly.

Not loudly.

Deliberate.

Intimate.

Two currents aligning again.

Chest to chest.

Breath to breath.

Every sway.

Every step.

Every pause a confession.

Every glance a word.

The rhythm electric.

Alive.

Full.

Unhurried.

Bodies answering what hearts and minds always knew.

It was not hunger.

It was recognition.

Inevitability.

The music finally responding.

Gravity finally yielding.

The secret finally moving without shame.

Every pause, every restraint, every absence waiting for this… for steps finally free.

Firm.

True.

Hope thrummed low.

Constant.

Insistent.

A rhythm never left.

A pull never ceased.

A promise alive in every brush of skin.

In every shared breath.

In every turn.

The dance no longer whispered it roared softly.

Intimate.

Eternal.

Unstoppable.

And maybe… just maybe… it would never end.