"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." - Aristotle

Ethan

The bass throbbed through me, a primal rhythm that vibrated in my chest. Katerina’s hand in mine felt…electric. Yeah, *electric*. That was the word. It wasn’t just the sequins on her dress, shimmering like a thousand tiny purple stars under the club lights. It was her. Everything about her. The way she moved, so confident, so free. The way her laughter bubbled up was genuine and infectious. Even the way she’d looked at me earlier, a flash of something I couldn’t quite decipher in those emerald eyes…it was all…electric.

I’d been watching her all night. From the moment she’d opened the door, looking like a goddess in that purple dress, I’d been captivated. I’d tried to play it cool, of course. Act like I wasn’t completely blown away. But inside… I was a mess of nerves and excitement.

The drive over had been good. Easy conversation, comfortable silence. She’d told some crazy story about her brief stint as a telemarketer. I’d laughed, genuinely laughed, and realized how long it had been since I’d felt this… relaxed. This… myself. Around someone else. It was her quirkiness, too. The unexpected little things she said, the way her mind worked… it was refreshing. Different.

Then there was Henry. Smooth, charming Henry. Katerina’s “just a friend since college” friend. The owner of this place. He'd greeted her with a hug, but it was clearly just a friendly gesture. Henry was a genuinely warm guy, the kind of person who made everyone feel welcome. I hadn't met a lot of people like him. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Katerina was friends with him; she had that same easygoing kindness about her.

But now… now she was here, in my arms, laughing, twirling. The music was loud, and the club was packed, but all I could focus on was her. The way her hair smelled was a mix of fresh rain and lavender. It was a clean, calming scent, oddly grounding amidst the chaos of the club. The way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. The way her body moved against mine was a perfect fit.

I told myself it was just the music, the drinks, the atmosphere. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. It was her. Katerina. She was… different. Not like the other women I’d dated. There was a depth to her, a spark of intelligence and wit that was…intoxicating. And that quirkiness… it was like a secret language, a connection that was forming between us.

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We danced for what felt like hours, lost in the rhythm, lost in each other. I didn’t care about Henry, or the club, or anything else. At that moment, it was just her and me. And the electric purple glow of the lights.

The song ended, and we stopped, breathless and laughing. Katerina leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “I need a drink,” she said.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice a little husky.

We made our way back to the bar, where Henry was waiting, a wide, happy grin on his face. “You two looked like you were having fun,” he said, clearly in high spirits.

“We were,” Katerina said, her smile genuine.

As Henry turned to get us another round, I realized how genuinely happy he seemed. He was clearly thrilled with how the night was going, and it had nothing to do with Katerina. He was simply enjoying the success of his club.

Henry returned with our drinks, and we toasted again. This time, the electric feeling was still there, strong. It was her, Katerina. She was… different. And the more time I spent with her, the more I realized how much I wanted to know her. Quirks and all.

The music shifted again, and this time, I pulled her onto the dance floor. I wasn't going to let anything, or anyone, distract me tonight. Tonight was about Katerina. And seeing where this… electric connection… could lead. We danced, we talked, we laughed. The hours melted away, and before I knew it, the lights were coming up, signaling the end of the night. Katerina looked at me, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “That was… amazing,” she said, her voice soft.

“It was,” I agreed, my heart pounding.

We walked out of the club, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. As we stood there, under the streetlights, I knew I couldn’t let the night end. “Katerina,” I said, taking her hand. “I… I had a really great time tonight.”

She smiled a genuine, radiant smile that made my breath catch. “Me too, Ethan,” she said.

I leaned in, hesitant for a moment, then kissed her. It was a slow, tender kiss, a question more than a statement. And when she kissed me back, the answer was clear. It was warm and sweet and full of promise. A promise of something more. Something deeper.

Pulling back slightly, I looked into her eyes, the emerald sparkling with an emotion that mirrored my own. “I’m taking you home,” I murmured, my voice low.

She nodded, her hand still clasped in mine. The drive to her apartment was quiet, but not uncomfortable. We were both lost in our own thoughts, replaying the events of the night. When we arrived, I walked her to her door, wanting to prolong the night just a little longer.

"Thank you, Ethan," she said, her voice soft. "For everything."

"Thank you," I replied, my voice husky. "For dancing with me. For being you."

She smiled, that beautiful, quirky smile. She turned to go inside, then paused. She turned back to me, her eyes sparkling, and kissed me again. It was a quick, impulsive kiss, but it was full of feeling. A promise of more to come. Then, with a final smile, she disappeared inside.

I watched her go, then turned and walked back to my car. The drive back to my parents' place was a blur. All I could think about was Katerina. Her laughter, her smile, the way she felt in my arms. The way she kissed.

I'd never felt this way about a woman before. Never craved someone's presence, someone's touch, the way I craved hers. It was more than just physical attraction, though God knows she was beautiful. It was something deeper. Something that resonated in my soul.

As I pulled into the driveway, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to let her go. Not without a fight.