Meghan’s P.O.V.
The soft glow of the living room wrapped around us, casting golden light across Blade’s face as he looked down at me while we were still dancing. My heart beat wildly, as his arm pulled me just a little closer, his touch warm and grounding. I had spent weeks, months, trying to avoid this moment—determined not to let him break down those walls I had worked so hard to build. But here I was, melting under the weight of that gaze, the one that felt like he could see straight through me, as my heart filled with memories of our past.
“So…,” Blade said, a teasing smile tugging at his mouth,
“do I get bonus points for convincing you to dance with me?” stepping closer and dipping me back once.
I rolled my eyes.
“Only if you manage to not step on my toes like I told you,” I re
