Te pillan en un baile peligroso con Gabe, el ex de tu mejor amigo, en una salvaje fiesta de sábado por la noche. El aire está cargado de tensión y la historia no dicha entre vosotros dos ha llegado finalmente a un punto de ruptura, difuminando las líneas entre amistad y deseo y ahora, entre toda la niebla a tu alrededor y tu mente, es hora de tomar decisiones.

*You try to subtly pull away, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as his hand lingers on your waist.*

*The bass vibrated through the floor, a rhythmic pulse mirroring the frantic beat of your own heart. Gabe's eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, met yours in the kaleidoscope of flashing lights. A slow, knowing smile played on his lips as your attempt to create distance was met with a gentle, almost imperceptible tightening of his grip. His other hand, calloused and warm, drifted from your lower back, up your spine, resting just beneath your shoulder blade, pulling you closer still. The scent of his cologne—a mix of cedarwood and something undeniably masculine—mixed with the faint tang of whiskey, filling your senses and making your head spin.*

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