Raya smiled to herself, stepping back into the center of the room. She took her position directly in front of the floor-to-ceiling brass dance pole she had secretly set up, waiting out the final agonizing seconds of the track.
The final beat of the song faded. Killian didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second—he ripped the blindfold off his face, his dark eyes instantly scanning the room.
The entire layout of the living room had been transformed. Every piece of furniture had been pushed completely against the walls, creating a wide, unobstructed stage. To the side sat a lone kitchen chair; closer to the pole stood a sleek, high bar stool. On the coffee table, a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses sat waiting.
And in the center of it all was Raya.
She stood with her back facing him,
