DANIELLE'S POV

I turned my brain off and focused all my attention on the room that had just opened for us. I could tell what this room's mission was going to be even from a short glimpse. Jonathan was shaking his head as he entered. I followed him inside and the door slid shut behind us.

The room would have been better suited located in a dance company with how big it was and with its different unique sections. There was a section with a barre, obviously for ballet. The floor was vinyl, I confirmed. There were two other sections, one made with maple floors and the other one had a harder hardwood. I'd wanted to be a dancer when I was younger, and I'd done lots of part-time jobs to earn money for the lessons, so I could tell the difference at first glance. The former was most likely for ballroom, while the latter was for hip-hop. What were their plans for us?

I glanced at Jonathan, who was leaning against the wall with his hands folded in front of his chest.

"Do you dance?" I asked him and he nodded.

"A little ballroom. You?"

Our narrator interrupted me. "Welcome to your penultimate hurdle. As you can see, your mission will involve dancing but with a twist. What is the fun there without a twist?" He said, laughing. "There will be some videos that will be displayed of people dancing. All you have to do is try to follow them. You can see that machine in front, right? It will scan your movement. Simple right? You just have to make an average of seventy-five points. Oh, and the genre will vary so prepare to be challenged."

I glanced at Jonathan who nodded to me. "You're confident right?"

I shrugged. I hadn't had anything to do with dance for over five years, and I'd only been lucky to dance for a little under two years. "Let's see first."

The screen we hadn't noticed came on and started a countdown from three. I stared at the first video with full focus and when it ended, I could do nothing apart from shake my head, biting my lips to stop me from laughing. What was wrong with these people?

I couldn't even meet Jonathan's eyes properly. How were they expecting us to dance something like that? Even if we were a normal couple, which we were not, I would have balked at the thought.

"Is there no way to skip the song and just go to the next one?" I asked and our narrator laughed. "Your time is counting. Remember why you passed the karaoke. As much fun as possible, right? I'll be taking a break from watching, so knock yourselves out."

I watched from under my eyelash and froze when I saw Jonathan coming closer to me.

"What are you doing? I can't do that?" I whispered to him, pointing at the screen.

He was already standing really close to me, probably in the hope that whatever we said wouldn't be captured by the microphone.

"I don't think we have much choice right now." He whispered harshly. "Just imagine you're doing it for a job. Or to save a loved one. A desperate situation." He finished in a teasing tone.

The video was playing again, and I fought the urge to burst into hysterical laughter. I nodded and subtly watched his face as he focused on the video again. His face remained passive. How could one not react to that?

The video started playing for the fourth time and Jonathan looked at me, fully expecting me to cooperate, I could see it in his eyes. I sighed and stood in position in front of him, turning off my brain and watching the moves.

After three failed attempts with the machine screeching to signify it was wrong, we were able to get into the moves better. Even my arching into him, him almost touching my face and the worst part, me putting my hand on his butt as he tried to move his hips were done without cringing. When the song was done, I stared at the machine with my fingers crossed and jumped when it gave a soft 'success.' I turned to Jonathan who was also smiling.

"We did it."

He nodded and like that, we were able to finish four dances. I didn't think we were going to see each other the same way again. Aside from the first one, we'd gotten weirdly close and familiar with the other's bodies. There had been a ballroom dance which had been a bit manageable, although I knew the reference we had been given had intentionally been chosen. There hadn't been space for even a needle to have passed between us as we danced. We had also had to follow a ballet variation, which'd had me laughing almost uncontrollably at Jonathan's groans because of his inflexibility. Also, his complaints because I hadn't seemed to be suffering as much as he was. I had taken ballet for the majority of my dance experience in life.

The machine dinged in success for the fourth dance, and I clapped. Great, we had just one left.

We both turned to the screen and stared at the screen, and I swallowed. Even though this unarguably was the simplest routine, it felt like it was going to be the most difficult. For the ones before, they had been difficult because I was fully aware of what exactly our relationship was like, and they had involved staying in intimate positions, but this was worse. Much worse. For the duration of the ballad, the couple on the screen did nothing but stare into each other's eyes as they held each other tightly.

Jonathan offered his arm and I hesitantly took it. He pulled me closer and since I'd been distracted, my chest hit his hard one. I gasped and closed my eyes. This was wrong in so many ways.

I tried to create distance between us, but Jonathan was stronger than my feeble attempts. I opened my eyes and found Jonathan's eyes on me. I swallowed again but kept my eyes open. His eyes were really clear and were doing strange things on my inside. Now that I was looking at him so closely, his skin was so smooth.

"How come your skin is so smooth. Do you have a skin routine?" The words fell out of my mouth without a single thought in my head.

He shook his head. "I just use soap. Your eyes are so pretty." He replied, and my jaws dropped along with my eyes.

Jonathan cleared his throat. "I've wanted to tell you that before."

I gulped. What exactly did that mean, and why did he look even more handsome than normal? Perhaps I wasn't the only one noticing things about the other with this strange position we were in. It didn't mean anything. I reminded myself. It was just the position. Even sworn enemies could compliment each other, and we were several miles past sworn enemies.

The video ended and not waiting a second later, I extracted myself from him and turned my back, trying to get myself. What was wrong with me? My insides felt like it had been flipped out.

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