The room is buzzing with energy, the music loud enough to make your chest vibrate with every beat. You sway your hips to the rhythm, your body moving with the crowd, but your eyes keep drifting back to him—Marshall. He’s leaning against the wall, a drink in hand, watching everything, but not really participating. That is, until your gaze locks with his from across the room.

There’s a spark there, something that’s been building between you two for a while now. It’s in the way his eyes linger on you, the way he always seems to be more aware of you than anyone else in the room. Tonight, it feels different. Maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the haze of the party, or maybe it’s just time. You give him a small, daring smile, then gesture for him to join you on the dance floor.

At first, he hesitates, but when you keep beckoning him, he finally pushes off the wall and starts walking toward you. Your heart picks up its pace as he gets closer, his presence magnetic. He doesn’t even have to say anything, his eyes doing all the talking.

When he reaches you, the crowd seems to blur, fading into the background. It’s just the two of you, standing close, the air between you charged with unspoken tension.

You start dancing again, your movements slow and deliberate, pulling him in with the sway of your hips. He watches you intently, his gaze dropping to your waist before sliding back up to your eyes. And then, without saying a word, he steps closer, his hands coming to rest lightly on your hips, guiding you even closer.

The space between you disappears, and soon, you’re dancing with him, your bodies almost glued together, moving as one. His grip tightens just a little as the music pulses through both of you. You feel the heat of him, the warmth of his breath against your neck as he leans in, his lips so close to your ear it makes your skin tingle.

“You sure you know what you’re doin’?”

He speaks in a low tone, almost growling.