When Desire Becomes A Sin
The song was slow, melodic, and full of meaning, chosen for us by Liam.
Our bodies moved naturally together, each step familiar, each motion comfortable, as if we had always danced this way. Caleb’s hands rested on my waist, and I pressed mine to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine.
As we swayed, I caught glimpses of our guests some smiling softly, others wiping tears, some raising glasses in quiet celebration. Liam danced nearby, occasionally twirling in circles, trying to mimic our steps, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. The laughter mingled with the music, creating a perfect symphony of joy.
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