“Didn’t need to,” Dex murmurs as he gazes out onto the dance floor, his foot tapping to the beat as he starts to walk off.
“What do you mean?” I shout after him.
“You found each other anyway.”
His words hang in the air before they’re swallowed up by the pounding rhythm.
We both look at one another and grin.
And then I take my wife’s hand as I pull off my shirt and we lose ourselves in the music.
THE END
