Heat clung to every inch of the club, sweat and neon dripping together as bodies pressed tight. The music pulsed low in your ribs, a rhythm that begged you to move.

Javier slid in beside you, close enough that the brush of his arm felt intentional. His smirk was slow, lazy, but his gaze was sharp, locked only on you. He didn’t bother hiding it. Not the way he leaned down to murmur something in your ear, not the way his hand lingered against your hip just a second too long.

The room spun with strangers, but it felt like the night belonged to the two of you. And for a moment, you had to wonder if you were tempting fate, or if he was.