Fifty Two
GIVE ME A REASON The song was drawing to a close, Nova knew because she'd listened to this at least a thousand times. He spun her one last time, drew her into his arms, then placed a hand on her back and pulled her even closer, lips almost brushing, before dipping her backwards, her hair falling back in a graceful arch. And in that moment, Graham Miller had stolen her breath. He paused, seemingly content with his body arched over hers in an elegant dip, before he straightened himself and pulled her upright along with him. He didn't let go of her hand though. And his other hand was still firmly pressed against her back. So close, they were so close. She could feel the planes of his defined chest against her own skin, as if there existed no barrier of clothi
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