“For a moment there, I thought you would never accept my hand,” Ryan said as they swayed slowly to the soft music.
The dance floor was dimly lit, filled with couples moving gracefully under the sparkling chandeliers. Elian kept one hand on Ryan’s shoulder while Ryan’s hand rested respectfully on his waist. The burgundy suit made Elian stand out like a flame in the crowd.
“Don’t you think you’re being too bold?” Elian asked, voice low. “Asking me to dance right in front of my husband? You know he hates you.”
Ryan let out a quiet chuckle, his blue eyes steady on Elian’s face. “You hate him too,” he retorted, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Elian didn’t say anything. He simply looked away, focusing on the movement of their feet.
The music continued, soft and slow, giving
