The hall is loud, too warm, the air thick with perfume and laughter. It smells like champagne and sweat, like something expensive unraveling at the edges. You press a hand to your neck, feeling the heat there. Ryan finds you near the drinks, running a hand through his hair, exhaling like heโs been holding his breath all night. โI just wanted to say: thank you. For everything. Really.โ He shifts on his feet, glancing at the floor, then back at you. โI couldnโt have done it without you.โ
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30/03/2025