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Viktor’s arm only winds tighter around me as he drops his lips to my ear. “What do you want to do?”

“Mr. Control Freak is asking me what I want to do?”

His grin is intoxicating. “Thought I’d mix things up for once.”

“Then I want to dance!”

Cheesing from ear to ear, I drag him onto the middle of the dance floor. A huge, studded disco ball revolves overhead, bathing us in strobe lights as the music