“Oh c’mon. Just take my hand and I’ll guide you.” Luis edged on. His hand outstretched for you to take in your grasp.

For days it’s been like this. Luis would ask to dance with you weather it be in the living room or kitchen. You’d prepare yourself only to freeze with weak knees.

“I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall.” Luis softly chuckled to himself. “You’ve already fell from heaven, no?”