Zander commandeering the dance floor and the music thrilled Donnie. Here was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. He moved with the kind of confidence that strolled up to the line separating it from sheer arrogance and leaned against it with a smirk on his face. Made it look good.
An exciting change from when they’d first met, that was for sure. An unwelcome thought emerged: it could just be an act, Zander could have ulterior motives, bad ones. Donnie willfully ignored the nagging voice that sounded suspiciously like Chris and sidled up to Zander. This man was his soulmate. He had nothing to worry about.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he was saying to him, right up close, grinning, and for that moment Donnie forgot to breathe. Then he spun away onto the dance floor. As if he was going to look at anything or anyone else! His soulmate danced to the beat, moving to the rhythm like it was made just for him, like his body was an extension of the music. Like he was the music.
Donnie wanted to be part of it. Part of him. As he should be. Mesmerized, he reached out the same moment Zander reached for him. Their fingertips brushed. His soulmate grabbed his hand and in that instant he knew. He knew. The same thing he’d known since they’d first met. It sang along his arm and through his body and he tipped his head back and laughed as he was spun around and lifted and spun again. They danced together and then apart and then together again, always within reach, step for step, move for move, as though they’d been dancing together their entire lives. He never wanted it to end.
However, as all good things, it ended. The world returned in a rush of cheers from the crowd that had formed around them. Donnie leaned against his soulmate for support, grinning. The rush from playing gigs paled in comparison to this. He glanced at Zander’s face and noted he was staring out at the people instead of looking at him and he wasn’t smiling why wasn’t he smiling-
He’s in shock, Donnie reasoned, relieved he could alleviate his own worries so quickly. So he nudged Zander. His soulmate blinked and looked at him as though seeing him for the first time which, Donnie told himself, was also normal. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, uh. That was. A thing. I’m shook, dude.” So he’d been right. It was shock. Zander smiled a little and then turned so he could bow. Donnie did the same. This man was his soulmate. He had nothing to worry about.