One Night One Chance
This is part of the contract, I reminded myself, desperately trying to snap out of it.
"What are you doing?" I whispered to Damien.
"This is just for the show. We need to make them believe," he murmured back, pulling me closer, his face angled toward the cameras, his smile practiced and effortless.
"Focus, Ariana," he whispered again, his lips curving into a smirk.
After the media questioning, the couple’s dance followed.
As Damien’s hand settled on my waist, pulling me in, I became hyper-aware of how close we were. The music was soft, intimate. His grip was firm yet gentle, guiding me effortlessly across the dance floor.
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