Page 5 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Then the DJ switches to a hip-hop track, and the crowd erupts, cheering as the tempo drops, and the energy shifts. Bodies start to gyrate, the floor alive with movement. I catch Blossom’s eye, and she laughs, a nervous but genuine sound. Her cheeks flush, and she shifts her weight from foot to foot, looking like she’s ready to bolt.
But I pull her closer, nudging her with my hip. “Come on, just let go,” I say with a grin, and she looks up at me, her jade eyes wide with playful uncertainty.
Slowly, she starts to move with the music, her body loosening up, and I can feel the moment shift between us. The lights over the dance floor dim, casting a smoky glow on the crowd, and everything becomes an intoxicating blur of colors and movement.
As we sway together, there’s a rhythm between us that feels almost too natural. The electricity between us is undeniable. Her body moves against mine, and I can feel her warmth, her energy. The daring look in her eyes says she’s no longer shy; she’s fully in the moment now.
And I can’t tear my gaze away from her.
After a while, the music shifts again, the beat slowing as we take a breather. Blossom pulls back just enough to catch herbreath, but she’s still laughing, a carefree sound that makes something inside me loosen.
“You know,” she says, wiping a strand of hair from her face, “I didn’t think I had it in me to dance like that. But, hey, this place is full of surprises.”
“I can’t say I mind it,” I reply, giving her a grin. I’m definitely feeling the alcohol now, there’s warmth spreading through me, and the edge of my usual restraint is starting to slip. But it’s not just the booze.
It’s her.
It’s the way she makes me feel alive again, the way her laughter is contagious, her smile bright enough to make me forget about everything else.
We head toward the bar, weaving through the crowd, and I catch myself leaning in a little closer than I need to. Blossom orders a glass of wine, and I ask for another whiskey, my hand resting on the counter, fingers tapping lightly to the beat of the music.
“So, you’re a wedding photographer, huh? You must have seen some...interesting things,” I tease, raising an eyebrow.
She laughs, her eyes lighting up. “You have no idea. Some weddings are like fairy tales, and others are...well, let’s just say, ‘interesting’ doesn’t even cover it.”
We both laugh, and she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, the soft movement catching my attention. Without thinking, I reach up, gently pushing her hair back, my fingers lingering a little longer than they should.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, and it comes out quieter than I intended.
Still, I can see the flicker of surprise in her eyes.
We stand there for a moment, the energy between us shifting, quiet now, but still charged. The air feels thick, and when our eyes meet again, something passes between us.
Something unspoken but intense.
My pulse picks up, and before I can second-guess it, I lean in and kiss her.
It’s not forceful, not rushed.
Just a slow, tentative meeting of lips, like we’re both testing the waters. The moment my lips touch hers, I feel a spark, like everything else fades away. It’s natural, but unexpected.
When we pull away, I feel heat rush to my face. “I’m sorry, I…” I start, but she stops me.
“What for?” she asks, her voice quiet, amused. “I liked it.”
I blink, stunned.
She liked it?
That catches me off guard, but in the best way. My heart is racing, and my mind is spinning. But then I smile, a little more confident.
“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about it all night.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to keep things cool, but the truth is, my pulse is still pounding. “Listen, I...I don’t want the night to end here. How about we go somewhere quieter? My place?”
She hesitates, but just for a moment, before she smiles that smile that has my heart in my throat. “Sounds good.”
We make our way out of the venue, and I help Blossom carry her camera gear to my car. The night air feels cool against my skin, the city’s lights flashing around us, each streetlamp a beacon as we walk.
We get in the car, after stowing her camera bags in my trunk, and the city’s pulse beats around us.
