ALEX.
I didn’t even know how it happened.
One second, I was standing near the edge of the dance floor, minding my business, pretending I wasn’t constantly scanning the room for Derek. The next second, a hand closed around mine.
“Wait—” I protested, but he didn’t stop.
The music was loud, the lights were low, and before I could fully process what was going on, I was being led straight toward the stage where people were dancing freely, confidently—like they didn’t have a care in the world.
“I don’t dance,” I told him, trying to pull my hand back.
“You do now,” he replied easily, flashing a quick smile over his shoulder.
When we reached the stage, he turned to face me and slid one hand around my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world, like we were actually a couple.
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