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There's a pause in which Marlowe just looks at you, that same, slightly stunned expression on their face. You almost feel as if the music, the lights, the people dancing around you have all fallen away, and it's nothing but the two of you.
In the space of a single, shimmering moment, Marlowe takes a tiny breath.
It's only when their hand touches yours that the music soars back to life, and as you're still reeling, you feel Marlowe taking your other hand as well, and then they're moving closer until your arms are around their waist and their hands are resting on your shoulders, and it's only now that you realize you're dancing together. You're moving as one to the music, feeling the beat running through your chest more clearly than your own heart.