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After a long moment, she pulls herself together. "Anyway... did you hear about tomorrow?" I shake my head. "They're forcing all the couples on a group date. Cooking for each other, then scoring the meals." She huffs a tired laugh. "The producers think the audience wants romance." "Gross." "Right?" For a strange second, our eyes meet and a tiny smile passes between us. Then her gaze drifts to the suite door. "Is Gregory okay? I saw the both of you last night. He was shivering so hard and had a bad limp."

There must be something in the air or maybe I'm just sexually frustrated because I haven't gotten laid in forever. “N-No.” I breathe out, praying to my lucky stars that he doesn't notice how my voice is quivering. “Good.” He smirks and without any prior warning, he spins me around. His action takes me by surprise, but then I notice every couple on the dance floor are doing the same thing, the only difference is that we are killing it. Wait, am I really calling ourselves a couple? “How long are we gonna do it?” I mumble to him, glancing at Freddy who is enjoying kissing his wife out in the open like his life depends on it. He must have been a wild card in his youth. He still got the spirit.