He’d known all along that she’d not meant to twist her foot quite that way while gliding with him across the dance floor. In a process more intimate than lovemaking, the two of them had learned to exist as one fluid, space-time being.
Days upon days of practice had attuned him to her body’s movements to such a fine degree that he’d responded to her before his brain had consciously registered it. As quick as the trip that had inspired it, he’d spun her into the air, catching her in a low dip – amongst thundering applause from a thrilled audience.
