The club was buzzing.
Low music pulsed through the air, dim lights flickering like fireflies. A few lecherous gazes lingered on Ava as she swayed her small waist to the beat—carefree, lost in her own little world. Her movements were flawless, enchanting even, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Some men exchanged glances, tempted to shoot their shot.
But Ava wasn’t dancing for attention. She was grinning from ear to ear, her body moving with abandon. She felt oddly light—free, almost high on the moment. Even drunk, it surprised her how much fun she was having.
Then, out of nowhere, she felt it.
A large, warm hand wrapped around her waist, tugging her back toward a solid chest. Startled, she tried to look over her shoulder, but lost her balance and stumbled—falling straight into the arms of a s
