The reception was alive with music, laughter, and the golden glow of string lights draped across the open terrace. The bride and groom had just finished their first dance, and the crowd cheered as the band shifted to something slower, sultrier. Nadia stood near the edge of the dance floor, champagne glass in hand, watching couples sway. She wore a deep red dress that hugged her curves and left her shoulders bare. The fabric felt like a second skin, and every time she moved, she remembered Kai’s hands on her that morning—rough, then gentle, then rough again. Kai found her from across the crowd. He looked sharp in his black suit, tie loosened, top button open. His eyes locked on hers and didn’t let go. He crossed the floor without a word, took her glass, set it on a nearby table, and held out his hand. “Dance with me,” he said. Not a question. She hesitated for half a second—old habit—then placed her hand in his. He pulled her close, one arm around her waist, the other holding her
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