The crowd engulfs my body on all sides, and I wade through it, finally allowing myself to tap into the part of me that loves to be pursued by Chris. My heart starts to pound, slapping against my rib cage as I think about him somewhere behind me, his long legs eating up the ground I’ve just covered a few seconds too late. Empty hands hungry for my curves and the ghost of my scent in his nostrils as he navigates through drunken clubgoers who have no idea they’re in the path of an apex predator.
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