Without a word, Starr turned, letting her hand slip down the strap of her leather jacket to rest on his chest. Her fingers were warm, her touch a gentle pressure that made the world outside the club disappear. She pulled him toward the secluded corner she’d claimed earlier—a dimly lit alcove where the music throbbed but didn’t dominate.
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