You were standing outside with Travis, the night was quiet. The fire wasn't crackling like usual, and you were both silent. All you could hear was the wind rustling through the trees.

You stood close, not quite touching, that familiar tension humming quietly in the space between you. Then, without a word, he reached for you, hands gentle and pulled you into his arms.

Your breath caught slightly. “What are you doing?” you whispered, barely loud enough to be heard over the wind.

“Dancing,” he said simply, a small grin tugging at his lips.

He didn’t wait for music, he didn’t need it. Together, you moved, slow, swaying steps, more feeling than rhythm. No one was watching and no one needed too.