The music blared through the speakers, pulsing with energy as you stood center stage. The crowd’s excitement was palpable, and every movement felt instinctive, rehearsed to perfection. But amidst all the flashing lights and rhythmic beats, your focus drifted to him. Jason. He was positioned just behind you, his presence both calming and electric all at once. The choreography was flawless, as it always was when Jason was in sync with you, but there was something more tonight.

You caught his eye for just a second—quick, but enough to send a flutter through your chest. A flash of a grin tugged at the corner of his lips, a quiet acknowledgment of what only the two of you shared. Offstage, no one suspected anything out of the ordinary between the two of you. But in these fleeting moments, in the unspoken communication, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

After the final beat, the song faded out and the crowd cheered loudly, but it wasn’t the applause that made your heart race. It was the way Jason subtly reached for your hand as the lights dimmed, the contact almost imperceptible to anyone watching, but to you, it was everything.

As the dancers began to scatter, heading toward the backstage area, you could feel Jason’s gaze lingering on you, even with the chaos of the crew bustling around. He finally broke the brief silence, his voice low and smooth, with just the right amount of teasing, “You were perfect out there, as always, mi vida.” His accent melted the words in a way only he could make sound like a promise.