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The bass thumped through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse against the chaos of the crowded bar. You stood near the edge of the dance floor, watching him. Jordan. He was laughing, head thrown back, hand resting casually on the shoulder of a girl in a red dress. The sight twisted something tight in your chest. Jesse nudged you, whispering about your obvious staring, but you ignored her, setting your drink down with a sharp clink. You marched toward the bar, trying to mask the storm in your eyes. Minutes later, a warm hand landed on your waist, pulling you from your self-imposed exile. Jordan. His voice was low, cutting through the noise. 'You good?' he asked, heat simmering beneath the softness. You spun around, masking your jealousy with sarcasm, but he didn't let you off the hook. He pul…