And then Yvan begins to change the dance, moving gradually closer, wrapping one arm around me, then unexpectedly pulling me in tight. I stumble into him, stepping on his foot, my flushed face growing hotter. “I’m so sorry...” Yvan just grins as the others continue to clap out the beat for us. We begin again, and this time, he eases the changes in more gradually, an extra step here, a different hold on me there. Little by little, my body loosens, the rhythm claiming me. He starts to pull me closer, until I’m pressed up against him, his fire licking deliciously toward me, but this time, I don’t
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