Kyle's POVI move forward, giving her ample time to object, to say no, to turn away and retreat to the safety of distance. The weight of three pairs of eyes follows my every movement.The music continues to flow through the living room, the salsa rhythms that had been so vibrant and energetic just moments ago now mellowing into something slower, more intimate.I come to a stop directly in front of her.I extend my right hand toward her, palm facing upward in the universal gesture of invitation, my fingers curling slightly. My left hand moves behind my back, curling into a loose fist in the old-fashioned, formal style."Would you dance with me?"Her gaze drops to my outstretched hand, and she simply stares at it with an expression I can't quite decipher.The music swirls around us in waves of sound—the delicate tinkling of piano keys, the soft percussive rhythm of drums, a woman's voice rising and falling in Spanish lyrics."Mia?" .The two syllables emerge from somewhere deep inside m
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