MILES' POV
"Dance with me," Rhea says as she twirls around in the fading sunlight by the riverbank. Warm, golden light spills around us, catching in her hair and turning it into a halo of fire.
I am sitting under a moss-covered tree watching as she sways her perfect body from side to side. I wonder why I ever fought this, why I ever tried to resist loving her. The past and all its anger and confusion seem so small and so foolish now. This is where I belong. There is no question.
"Miles," she whispers, and the way she says my name is like a prayer. "Can you not dance with me?" She pulls me up.
I laugh out loud. "Who said I cannot?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her waist as I entwine my fingers with hers.
We sway to a slow music which I cannot even see the player. Everything feels per
