“I have one last request.” I grab her hand. She glances up at me, her curiosity apparent. “Will you dance with me?” She nods her head enthusiastically while shooting me a radiant smile. I pull up the music-streaming app on my phone before placing it on one of the tables. Thomas Rhett’s “Die a Happy Man” croons through the tiny speakers, loud enough for us to hear. My hand grabs hers as I pull her toward an empty area. With one hand on the small of her back and the other wrapped around her hand, I sway us to the music. This is the best I can get for now since we can’t dance together in public
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