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    He grabs my hand and pulls me out a couple of feet past our table into the sea of dancing bodies on the main dance floor. Wrapped around each other, we sway to the music. Nolan lifts me up and holds me against him with his hands under my behind. I secure my legs around his middle with my arms around his neck as I rest my head on his shoulder. We dance in this embrace for several songs. I feel relaxed and completely happy as I snuggle into Nolan’s neck.
    I pick up my head and look into Nolan’s eyes, and before I know what’s happening, Nolan’s mouth is on mine. On instinct, my mouth opens to allow his tongue to entangle with mine. I suck on his tongue, tasting alcohol and mint. I hear him groan as he deepens the kiss, removing one of his hands from my behind and placing it on the back of my head. He buries his fingers in my hair and pushes my head firmly toward his. We kiss with a sense of need and urgency. My heart is racing when he pulls away abruptly.
    “Jesus, Liv, I’m sorry,” he says through labored breaths. He removes his hand from my hair and runs it through his own with obvious frustration.
    I loosen my legs from around him and drop them to the floor. Extending my grasp behind his neck, I lean back in and kiss him on the cheek. “No worries, babycakes.” I lay my head back down against his chest and close my eyes, allowing my breathing to calm.
    It’s not the first time that Nolan and I have kissed. It has happened a handful of times over the past three years, usually after we’ve been drinking. We always apologize, and then we are back to our normal routine.
    Nolan’s labored breaths settle as we continue to dance. Resting against him, I take in the music while his strong arms hold me tight, pulling me against his body. When I glance in the direction of our table, my gaze locks with a pair of mesmerizing dark eyes. For a moment, I’m frozen in this intense stare with an unbelievably gorgeous man. I blink and force myself to peer behind me, wondering if he’s observing someone else. I don’t see anyone taking notice. I turn my face back to him, and once more, I am met with his concentrated stare. Yes, his eyes are definitely locked on me.
    I am still not able to pull my gaze away from him, and I feel this luring draw to him. I don’t recognize him from earlier even though he is standing by our table. He’s tall and tan with a face to write home about. He has a strong jawline that exudes rugged manliness, but at the same time, he has a soft, youthful quality. I have an intense urge to feel his skin under my fingertips. His hair is dark brown with faint golden highlights illuminated from the club lights dancing over his face. His regard is powerful, penetrating every thought and sensation running through me. Everything about him—from the way his hair frames his chiseled jaw and intense eyes to the way he’s standing with his hands in his pockets while leaning on the wooden beam, watching me as if he can read my every thought—is disarming.
    I experience a sense of complete exposure while I’m utterly aroused at the same time. My heart begins to race, accompanied by an uncomfortable throbbing sensation below my waist. I’m drawn to him by such a fierce force that it feels real and tangible. It’s as if an invisible rope is wrapped around my middle, and he is reeling it in.
    Nolan’s voice breaks my trance. “Hey, love, you okay?”
    I release the breath I am holding, and I blink, breaking my connection to this stranger. I face Nolan and then back to the man again. He’s still staring at me.
    “Um…yeah. I need to use the restroom,” I stammer as I loosen my arms from Nolan’s neck, letting them fall to my sides.
    I hear Nolan saying something to me, but I don’t catch what it is, and I don’t stop to ask as I walk through the crowd to the other side of the club.
    What the fuck was that? Who is that guy? What was that? I continue to weave through the throng of sweaty bodies.