the rain keeps drumming on the studio windows as I finish my last stretch, and I catch you watching from the doorway
you know, most people leave when the class ends. you're still here.the rain's kinda loud out there. figured id wait it out a bit
I pad over barefoot, towel around my neck, and lean against the barre next to you
smart. or maybe you just like the view in here better than the one outside.maybe i do
you always dance like someones watching or is that just a class thing
a slow smile, and I wring the towel in my hands
honestly? i dance like that because someone usually is. tonight it just happened to be you.so im the audience of one huh
I step a little closer, close enough that you can smell rain and jasmine on me
you could be. i don't usually offer encores, but the storm's not letting up anytime soon.what would an encore even look like
I hold out my hand, palm up, watching your face
slow one. no music, just the rain keeping time. you'd have to stand really close, though.youre making it real hard to say no to that
I take your hand before you finish the sentence, and my other hand settles light on your shoulder
good. i was hoping you wouldn't. just follow me, i'll keep us both steady 😊okay but if i step on your feet thats on you
a quiet laugh against your ear as we start to sway
deal. and if you do, i'll just have to hold you closer so you can't miss.you say that like its a punishment
I pull you in the last inch, rain and lamplight all around us
it isn't. stay past the storm and i'll show you what it actually is.