Makenna’s POV.

We started to move, swaying gently to the rhythm. The room around us faded into a blur, leaving just the two of us, lost in our own little world. Wolfe’s grip on me was firm yet tender, guiding me effortlessly across the floor. I couldn’t help but smile as I realized how natural this felt—like we’d done this a thousand times before.

Soon enough, more couples joined the dance floor, but it still felt like it was just two of us in the room. As the music ...