ALEKSANDER
“Dance with you?” I touch my chest to check if my heart is still there.
“Mmh hmm,” I watch Jessica pick up the TV remote to browse through Spotify.
But as I look closer, her hands seem to be trembling but mine are worse. This is exactly why we shouldn’t touch each other, we cause malfunctions on each other’s bodies.
“Jessica—”
“Gatsby parties were about dancing, the reason I got this dress was because I wanted to dance in it.” She looks at me, “indulge me?”
Fine, only this once. I tell myself knowing it’s not true, one look at her beautiful amber eyes and I’ll always crumble.
“Only if I get to pick the song,” I walk to her and she stretches the remote.
Our eyes lock but I flinch back when our fingers touch because between my heart racketing, the maddening sight of her
