FIA
The surrounding crowd was wild, a swirling storm of cheers and hollers, with enough energy to make you feel drunk without even touching a drink. They were losing it, shouting encouragement and hyping up the group, completely unaware of the storm brewing within me.
I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Olivia sat on Avel's lap, grinding her hips as if she were trying to set the room on fire. Her face was inches from his, their lips almost touching as his hands moved up and down her waist, guiding her movements as if they were perfectly in sync.
They seemed to have forgotten there was an entire room full of people watching, and my lips parted, hanging open as I stared.
I had never seen him so invested in a girl—so intense. And it wasn’t just the physicality—the way his hands ……
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