He’s bewitched. Body and soul.

Draped in glitz, glamour and elegance, your dress clings to you like a second skin. A far cry from the rough camo pattern he’s used to seeing you in.

The small moments play in his mind. The tension, the mutual attraction that lingers despite your different allegiances.

He moves through the guests swiftly, eyes trained on you. A warm hand lands on your back, a whisper in your ear.

“Didn’t expect you here.”

To think that he nearly bailed on that damn party.