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"This is not a way to dance. No one dances like this," I complained, huffing.

"I'm not anyone, Rosebud. I'm Achilles Valencian. I don't follow rules, I make them," he said, pulling me deeper into his arms.

Sighing, I gave up.

While the others moved around the dance floor, he didn't let even an inch of distance between us. When his one hand should be in one of mine and the other on my waist, both of his strong arms were firmly wrapped around me, keeping me against his chest. And mine were locked around his neck. He wouldn't even move freely, just slow sways. As if no one in the world was watching us. But the glares of both single and taken women couldn't be ignored.

When my neck started to hurt, craning to look at him all the time, I rested my cheek on his chest. Closing my eyes, I let him move us around in slow waves. His scent with every intake of breath lulled me to peace.

I remained silent as he

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Val
it's his father's study??...
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Faith Moscatello
I'm getting bored with the whining 😒 I want him he hurt me blah blah over it
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