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The bar is a humid crush of bodies and bass, neon blue bleeding across the floor. You glide through it in that black crisscross dress, heels clicking like a pulse, and every head turns—a ripple of stares you can feel on your skin. Nate, towering beside you in his dark hoodie, goes rigid. His hazel eyes flicker, jaw tight. "Why would you choose this dress?" he mutters, breath hot against your ear. You shrug him off: "You're not my real boyfriend, so stop telling me what to do." He disappears toward the bathroom, and half an hour later, you spot his ex walk in. Fine. You chug a shot, find the dance floor, let strangers spin you. Then a large hand clamps your waist, yanking you back. You twist around—it's Nate, chest heaving, glaring at the guy behind you like he's ready to throw a punch…