Tessa
The music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, dark and seductive, wrapping around me, pulling me in.
I slid off the barstool without hesitation, my body already surrendering to the rhythm as I made my way onto the dance floor.
The moment I stepped into the swirl of bodies, I let go.
The bass thrummed through my veins, liquid heat pouring into every movement as I rolled my hips, let my hands skim over my own curves, let the music claim me. Here, beneath the flashing lights, surrounded by strangers lost in their own pleasures, I was weightless. No thoughts of Mark. No bitterness, no hesitation. Just this—pure, reckless abandon.
Then, I felt it.
A slow, creeping awareness ghosted over my skin like a whispered secret, sending a shiver down my spine. Someone was watching me. I
