IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
He made him feel seen.
“You wanna dance?” John asked, half-grinning.
Kai chuckled, setting down his drink. “Only if you can keep up.”
They moved toward the dance floor, slipping into the rhythm of the music. John wasn’t the best dancer, but Kai didn’t seem to care. He matched John’s movements, sometimes teasing, guiding, until they found a shared groove. There was no pressure, just heat and laughter and chemistry.