January 22, 2027.
Apex had a client launch party.
Downtown gallery.
Open bar.
Creative crowd.
Ryan was there—his firm handled the marketing.
He found me twenty minutes in.
Suit.
Smile.
Hug hello—longer than professional.
“You look stunning.”
“Thanks.”
We talked shop.
Drinks in hand.
He stayed close.
Hand on my lower back when navigating the crowd.
Leaning in to whisper over the music.
His breath warm on my ear.
I laughed at his jokes.
Felt the champagne.
He touched my arm.
Traced a slow circle with his thumb.
Eyes on my mouth.
“Dance with me?”
Music slow.
I hesitated.
Said yes.
Bodies close.
His hand low on my waist.
Mine on his shoulder.
Swaying.
Heat building.
His lips near my ear.
“I’ve wanted this again since the holiday party.”
I pulled back slightly.
