Owen’s grip on my hand is firm, but loose, and we begin to sway, our bodies pulled together by an unexpected outside force. We settle into a gentle rhythm, and everything else fades away. All at once, it’s like we’re the only two people in the world as the song builds and I begin to relax in his arms. I feel like I’m floating. Owen’s gaze takes my breath away. Because he’s not looking at me like he usually does. He’s looking at me like he likes what he sees. And he isn’t looking away. His gaze pins me in place, conjuring feelings inside me that I buried a long time ago. His hand guides me in a
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