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2025-03-20 05:35:00CHAPTER 52
Iris’s POVIt was fun doing this with him. This dance.He seemed so much like a child as he gleefully jumped on his feet, deeply immersed in the moment.I had never seen this side of him before, and I wondered why it had been locked away. At this moment, he was a pleasant sight to behold.“Why aren’t you dancing?” He asked, his brows furrowing.“See, I’m doing it just like you said I should.”Just then, the music stopped and a slower music came on, something that sounded really…emotional. That was the word.I looked around me at the guests that had paired up already, breathing down each other’s faces, hand-in-hand, swaying their bodies to the slow rhythm.I suddenly felt Damon’s eyes on my face, and I cleared my throat awkwardly, wringing my hands together in front of me.Wordlessly, he closed the little gap between us and took my hands. I didn’t hesitate, or struggle, partly because I knew it’d be of no use, and the other part
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