My Obsession
The barman slid me another whiskey on the rocks, and I downed it easily, the fire rolling down my throat.
The speakers thumped with My Oh My by Camila Cabello. The rhythm pulsed through the floor, the whole crowd moving in time, bodies pressed together in a blur of sweat and heat.
Then I saw her.
From the corner of my eye, that familiar shape pulled me in like a magnet. My gaze locked onto her, and once it did, I couldn’t look away.
A short midnight-blue bodycon dress clung to her like it was made for her alone, every curve of her figure wrapped tight in its embrace. The rouged fabric drew my eyes to every angle of her body, every place it pressed against her.
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