The lovers stilled to watch their hearts dance.
Between them was more than chemistry, more than sparks. It was a charge that buzzed through the air. It crackled over the goosebumps of the crowd.
They were electric. Magnetic.
In the right mood- pulled together and impossible to unstick. Circling one another, somehow always touching and never looking away.
In the wrong mood- violently repelled and relentlessly repulsed. But even in this mood every action was reactionary. Unable to do something that isn’t in response to the action of the other.
Their hearts were two halves of one force of nature.