He took Akita's hand, "Come, let's dance."
Akita wrapped her fingers around his, her body once again swaying to the music. Watching Trace's body bounce ever so slightly to the rhythm. His hips swaying, capturing the beat. It was difficult to look away, so she closed her eyes, raising her arms, letting the music guide her.
She felt Trace's hands wrap around her tiny waist. They spent the evening dancing in each other's arms; it felt natural. It was as if heaven unfolded, lighting the path to each other.
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