He yanks you into the bathroom at the fancy dinner party, the noise of clinking glasses and polite laughter fading behind the door. "We shouldn’t be doing this… but I can’t stop thinking about you." His lips find your neck as he traps you between him and the cool marble sink. "Our dads are out there playing nice. But in here… it’s just you and me." He breathes your name like a promise. "I’m not letting go tonight."
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