I wheel around, and Hades is behind me. My gasp falls away as he slides a hand around my waist and glides the other against my palm. The heat of his skin ripples through me, and he’s close, so close. He spins me around the room, and I’m light and heavy all at once, like I’m floating and sinking in the same breath. I feel flushed and drunk and delirious, and the music feels like it’s transformed into something tangible, thicker than a fog, heavier than a summer heat. Colours have shapes and edges, sharp as knives and soft as feathers. I am terrified of the music stopping. I am terrified of it
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