therese was not a particularly good dancer, as far as she believed.
and thought she’d gotten better at saying ‘no’ in recent times, it was
rare she could do so when it came to carol. so, when her lover
suggested one night, as music played, that the two of them dance,
therese shyly agreed.
the two women fit well together, and soon, any shyness therese
had been experiencing was forgotten about. she felt content like
this with carol, and very much in love.
soon, therese’s head was resting against carol’s shoulder, holding
on to her lover, eyes closed with a smile on her face, as the song
came to its end.
If there was anything Carol could look back on fondly from her marriage to Harge- besides Rindy, Rindy was always the exception- it was that he taught her how to dance. The feeling of swaying to the melody with another person tucked up beside you was absolutely divine. It was something she wanted very much to share with Therese.
Of course they fit like a mosaic; crafted in exactly the right way to slot perfectly together. With Therese so close, the world narrowed to nothing but her lover’s head on her shoulder and her hip underneath Carol’s hand. She traced soft circles over the fabric to the beat of the music.
“I love you more and more with each passing hour,” she murmured directly into Therese’s ear and placed a soft kiss against her temple. The song was at an end but she couldn’t bring herself to let her darling go. Just having Therese close took her to a place of pure contentment. “There is no one I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Never in her life had she spoken words more true.
