Susan's POVRick's smile was slow and deep, the kind a man wears when he already knows the answer to a question he hasn't even asked yet.His hand slid down my waist as the music settled into a softer rhythm, and we danced a little longer, closer, slower, more intensely this time.But then, the moment stretched, broke, and he took my hand.That simple gesture, his fingers intertwined with mine, sent a warm shiver through my arm."Come," he said.And I followed him.We left the club in the cool of the night, and to my own surprise, I was smiling.A real smile. My God, when had I last felt this lightness? This distraction? This… desire? He didn't let go of my hand as we walked to his car, and somehow, that simple touch felt more intimate than the kiss we'd shared inside.When we reached the car, he stopped, leaned against the door, and asked, "Did you enjoy our date?"The word caught me off guard, but I nodded. "Yes. I really did."Our eyes met, unblinking. Neither of us said a word, b
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