The beat picked up, slow and heavy. A little darker. The kind of music that made people close their eyes and press a little closer.
Lucian’s hand stayed on her waist, warm and steady. His thumb moved in slow circles against the fabric of her dress, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Georgia's fingers pressed into his shoulder, steadying herself. The air between them was thick. Her body felt warm, but not from the club lights or the drink. It was something else. Something that had nothing to do with music or champagne.
Lucian leaned in, just a little. His voice brushed her ear. “Still okay?”
Georgia nodded without thinking. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “You don’t have to keep going.”
“I want to,” she said. Her voice was soft but clear.
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