SEX CHRONICLES; You can taste me.

ate, showed no signs of the grand party that had taken place just days before. I was in the living room, w

d in, their faces lighting up with smiles upo

d you so much!" She env

m, returning my mother's hug and

s. "Hey there, birthday girl! Sorry we couldn't be

a smile. I didn't want to dampen their spir

atting the spot next to her. "Come si

alked about my friends, the decorations, and the fun we had with the karaoke

," my father remarked. "We're so gratef

rds but nodded. "Yeah, he did a gr

d how are you feeling about sta

ited. A little nervous,

dly. "You've always been determined an

any upcoming activities, and how I was preparing for my senior year.

Why don't I make us some tea? We can

om," I offered, e

artins was cleaning up after lun

. Smith. I hope yo

said with a smile. "It was produ

d to be back. And thank you again for taking su

sure, sir," M

to focus on the task at hand. My father leaned against the counter,

especially neat," My father remarked

tins said. "I enjoy w

ing resentment. I was still processing my feelings about Martins, but I k

our conversation. My parents shared stories from their trip, including

little something from our trip," she sai

enuine surprise. "Oh,

d. "Of course w

ith a small pendant shaped like a star. "It's beautiful.

ntle pat on the shoulder. "We knew you'

turmoil I felt regarding Martins, my parents'

parents, talking about everything from my favourite subjects in school to future college plans. My

their journey. I was in the living room, staring at the necklace they had given me. The eve

g when he saw me. "Is everything

ay, Martins. I have told you that you

depth of my words. "If you

rought back a sense of normalcy and support that I needed. While my relationshi

d a beat when I read the message: an invitation to a tango competition. What caught my attention even more was the

details. The competition would be held in two weeks, giving me just enough time to prepare. T

e to express myself, to connect with others through the rhythm and grace of the dance. The idea of perform

sages of support, sharing in my excitement. I set my phone down and lay back, my mind racing with possibilities. This c

ded to talk to my dance instructor the next day to schedule extra practice sessions. I als

ion, the music, the lights, and the moment I would step onto the dance floor. I grabbed one of my vib

nd I drifted off to sleep, dreams of tango

han ever. I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs

piece of toast. "I have some exciting news. There'

, his interest piqued. "A tango competi

evident. "And guess what? My tango c

er lips. "Your tango crush, huh? That sounds like a

my dance instructor today and sch

's the spirit. Give it your best sho

going over routines, perfecting techniques, and discussing strategies to im

id, smiling. "Just remember to dance with your

tor's advice. "Thank you, Ms.