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    Rachel halted him, her eyes imploring. “Please, let’s just finish the dance. Dancing means everything to me today.”


    “Are you certain?”


    “Absolutely.”


    “Then promise me you’ll follow my lead exactly.”


    She agreed, “Yes, I’ll listen to you.”


    When they stepped back onto the dance floor, Rachel was barefoot.


    Brian drew her in close, allowing her to stand on his feet for support.


    Together on the dance floor, they stood intimately close, embodying a couple deeply in love, seemingly inseparable.


    “Ready?” he whispered, his nose gently brushing against hers.


    “Yes,” she confirmed.


    As the soft music started, they moved in sync.


    With each twirl he led, her skirt red out gracefully, mimicking the wings of a fluttering butterfly.


    In those moments, she radiated pure joy.


    Despite the pain in her feet, her spirit soared.


    This long-awaited dance was now a reality.


    Feeling fulfilled, she experienced a profound sense ofpletion.


    As the music dwindled, Brian drew her in close, breathing heavily from the exertion.


    His look was intensely focused, filled with a mix of passion and devotion,pletely mesmerizing.


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    Rachel felt a profound shift within her.


    For the first time, she let go of her reservations.


    With newfound confidence, she reached up and gently held his face, her actions bolder than she had ever imagined.


    She moved closer, her nose softly touching his, while a gentle smile appeared on her lips.


    That smile, soft and charming, hid apelling allure that was hard to resist.


    “Brian…” she murmured, her lips slightly parting, her voice filled with warmth. “I’ve longed to dance this piece with you. In the past, I was so reserved, overwhelmed by my fears—fear of mockery, fear of your disapproval. So, thank you. Thank you for helping me realize a dream from years ago, for this moment.”


    “Rachel…” Brian tried to respond, his voice thick with emotion.


    But she gently hushed him, cing her finger on his lips. “Shh…” She tiptoed closer, her lips lightly brushing against his.


    The kiss was delicate, neither deepening nor breaking away. She simply held it there, a tender connection.


    At that moment, it seemed as though time itself had paused.


    Brian was jolted back to the present by the unexpected moisture on his lips. Tears silently streamed down Rachel’s face, cold and persistent, leaving their trace as they fell onto his lips.


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