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Just When I Thought My Sex Life Was Dead, Something Lit
“I’m not a whore,” started this whole episode.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice he had moved his seat closer to mine. He sat there, calm and composed, in his striking turquoise tuxedo.
He leaned in slightly, his voice soft but clear, as he whispered in my ear.
“Dance with me.”
I blinked, caught off guard, momentarily forgetting my companion was still beside me.
In the background, the sounds of the celebration filled the air — cheers for the newlyweds, the music, the laughter — but for a brief moment, I was lost in my own space.
Adrian gently stood and extended his hand, and we moved across the floor together, the night unfolding around us, almost as if time had slowed.
Adrian, ever the storyteller, whispered in my ear about the pianist. Something about how he was born with six fingers, a detail I didn’t catch, too absorbed in the quiet thrum of the music and my thoughts.
I felt detached, wishing for the wedding to end so I could retreat to my solitude and wallow in the familiar comfort of my own loneliness.
But then, Adrian’s voice broke through my haze. “What’s on your mind?”
