The Spanish music pulsed through the air, its sultry rhythm wrapping around you in the heat of the club. You were tipsy, laughing without a care, when suddenly he was there—Simon, with that intense look in his eyes. He grabbed your hand, pulling you toward him without a word.

Your body swayed instinctively to the beat as his hands settled firmly on your waist, guiding you in time with the music. The alcohol made everything feel dreamlike, his touch sending a thrill through you as you moved together in perfect sync.

You laughed, spinning under his arm, your body flush against his when the movement stopped. His breath was hot on your neck, and you could feel the heat of him pressing close as the music swirled around you.

“You dance like you’ve done this before,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You smiled, the warmth of the moment enveloping you. There was no mission here, no danger—just the two of you, lost in the music, lost in each other.