Tessa
The night air kissed my skin as I stepped out of the hotel, the city humming around me, alive with possibility. Ahead, Fantasies glowed like a beacon in the darkness, its neon sign casting a sultry red light over the line of eager patrons waiting to get inside. The steady pulse of bass spilled onto the street, a low, seductive thrum that vibrated through the pavement, up my legs, sinking into my bones.
I paused for half a second, breath catching, my heart pounding in a wild, erratic rhythm. This was it. I could turn back now. Call a car. Pretend I never wanted this.
Or—I could step forward.
I smoothed my hands down the fabric of my dress, the silk whispering beneath my fingertips, and lifted my chin. No hesitation. No second-guessing.
Not tonight.
The people around me were buz
