He didn't discourage Sam from dancing, and he didn't discourage him from playing football. "Follow your own dreams," was his sentiment and no matter what Sam chose to do, as long as he followed his own dreams, I would be happy for him.
After the pictures were taken, they all left and Ty and I were alone. It was the first time, apart from the first time I met Ty, that he was seeing my guard slip from a burst of emotions that I couldn’t contain. So I turned around and headed back into the studio to get ready for Ty's class.
I heard Ty taking his shoes off behind me but I wasn’t ready to turn around yet and start. This didn't feel like it was just an emotional evening with Sam. This felt like it was everything around me being too much to hold up on my own two shoulders. This felt like the moment I would break if I let myself show an ounce of weakness.
I couldn't do that, not here and not now.
A few more deep breaths and I turned around, looking Ty directly in the eyes. His shoeless feet had gotten him closer to me than I realized. He was a foot in front of me, analyzing my face and tilting his head.
I was going to clap and suggest we get started, but before I could, Ty closed the small distance between us and wrapped his arms around my body.
And I didn't fight it.