Villain Ch 1972. Between The Dance and Kiss
Somehow, somewhere between the teasing dance steps and that kiss… the real one, the kind that pressed every nerve like a secret key… she'd stopped worrying about the future. About labels. About whatever-the-hell complicated history they both carried on their backs like unpaid debts.
No.
Right now was soft. And warm. And slow.
Right now was Allen's arms around her waist, holding her like she was the most natural thing in the world to have.
Right now was music thudding like a heartbeat beneath her shoes, champagne bubbles still fizzing on her tongue, and the sharp bite of perfume and aftershave dancing around them in the dimly lit VIP lounge like ghosts that approved of sin.
They swayed. Still in sync. Still close. Still lost.
It felt like a dream. The whole thing.
