And I felt overwhelmed, thinking I was in Xian's arms.
"Ready?" He asked. I nodded, and like that he was moving. I leaned my head on his chest, listening to his dead heart while he whirled us around, his hold on me soft. Rising slowly, as if shy, I could hear music begin to ascend around us. I looked over Xian's shoulder at the instruments, but they lay still, untouched. Something about us Michealcing together felt so right, so sure.
Feeling confident, I stepped off of his feet and followed his step on my own. We span around while doing the box-step Michealce, and he was watching me with a smile on his lips, his eyes glazed over. The silence was beautiful though, almost as beautiful as the music. We whirled as one, together. He smirked, lowering me so that my back was arched, my throat e
