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    “Chrissie, let’s dance.”


    With those words, he steadied her and stepped back two measured paces. His eyes, clear and luminous, overflowed with joy and devotion, shining bright as though scattered with starlight.


    He extended a ssic waltz invitation, every movement fluid, poised, and undeniably noble, radiating effortless grace.


    Without pausing to think, Christina’s hand reached for his, epting instinctively.


    Only when her body had already begun to move in rhythm with his did she remember the wound she had been so desperate to tend to. But it was toote. She let the thought go, deciding just this once to surrender to the moment. A smile curved her lips as she twirled with him, swept into a waltz beneath the storm.


    The rain became their orchestra, each patter and ssh echoing the tender beat of romance blooming between them.


    In the rain, Dn and Christina saw no one else—only each other.


    The warmth of their bodies seeped through the points where their skin touched, binding them in a quiet, unspoken connection.


    In that moment, they werepletely lost in one another, swept up in a blissful happiness.


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    When the dance finally ended, Christina wasted no time. She tugged Dn back toward the house, not daring to linger in the rain for even a heartbeat longer.


    Soaked to the bone, she quickly steered him upstairs and into his room.


    “Go take a shower,”.


    she instructed gently, cing a clean set of clothes in the bathroom before nudging him inside.


    “Be good and take a shower. I’lle backter to tend to your wound.”.


    Her words were soft and coaxing, though she herself was in just as much need of a shower, every inch of her drenched.


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    “Okay,”.


    Dn answered with obedient simplicity.


    Christina turned to leave, never noticing how Dn leaned against the bathroom doorframe, a sly smile curling on his lips as he watched her retreating figure.


    The waltz they had shared in the rain was already etched into his heart, destined to be one of his most cherished memories. Perhaps, when the years had worn them down and their hair had turned silver, they would sit together andugh softly as they reminisced about the beautiful moments of their youth.


    After showering, Christina wiped her hair roughly with a towel and went in search of Dn.


    The instant she opened the door to her room, she found him waiting for her, his eagerness written clearly on his face.


    “Chrissie,”.


    Dn greeted warmly, his smile innocent yet filled with affection.


    That tender expression was dangerously appealing.


    Christina’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes were drawn helplessly to him. When his deep, dark gaze brimmed with tenderness, it became almost impossible to look away.


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