Malem’s POV
Yannick squeezed my hand gently, his eyes full of understanding. "It's okay, Malem. Don't worry about it. He's clearly still hung up on you."
"I know," I sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. "I should have handled it better. I didn't want to hurt him, but he was being so controlling."
"You did the right thing," Yannick reassured me. "You stood up for yourself, and that's what matters." He leaned in and kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine for a moment.
"Let's forget about him and enjoy the rest of the night," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I'm glad you came to talk to me."
I smiled, feeling a surge of warmth spread through me. "Me too," I whispered, my heart beating a little faster.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, dancing, and sto
