EleanorThe music was so loud in the club. My friends, Stacy and Maya, dragged me straight onto the dance floor, squealing with excitement, and I let myself get carried along.It felt good to laugh, to move, to forget for a second that I had a shadow lurking in the corner.Except I didn’t forget. I never could.Even without looking, I knew exactly where Gomez was. He was sitting at the edge of the lounge, broad shoulders squared, glass in hand, eyes trained on me like always.He looked like a statue carved out of stone, but I knew better. There was heat under there. He tried too hard to hide from me, but I had seen him lose his cool.I leaned closer to my friends so they could hear me over the beat. “See him? My bodyguard?”I jerked my chin toward him. “He’s so damn hot it’s frustrating. He just stands there, watching me. He looks at me like that all day, and yet he avoids me.”They giggled and exchanged looks, clearly enjoying my torment. One of them nudged me. “Then don’t just stand
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