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The night was a blade of cold, sharp enough to cut through everything but the music hanging between us. Lando and I stood alone in its wake. Without a word, he pushed himself up and pulled me to my feet, drawing me into the solid warmth of his chest. His arms cinched around my waist, an unyielding anchor against the gale. I instinctively tried to lean back, to find some space to breathe, but he only tightened his hold, his voice a soft, rough vibration against my temple. "Not done yet." A sigh escaped me, half-frustration, half-surrender. My arms lifted to loop around his neck, my head finding its familiar place in the curve of his shoulder as he nuzzled into the sensitive skin of my neck. The wind howled, lashing my hair around us like a stormy halo, but within his embrace, there was onl…