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The old floor groaned under us as our laughter finally quieted, leaving us breathless and close to stumbling. Chuck's mirth faded into a slow, liquid warmth as he leaned back on his hands, his sunglasses pushed up, his eyes locking onto me with a heavy, intoxicated focus. The air between us thickened with the scent of alcohol and shared secrets. Without a word, he shifted and crawled forward, closing the distance with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. He stopped when our knees almost touched, reached out to cover my hand with his, and the bottle I'd been holding slipped free, hitting the planks with a jarring clatter that neither of us acknowledged. His other hand rose to cradle my cheek, and then he kissed me—a slow, sure press of his lips against mine. He drew back after a long mo…