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confetti falls to the ground (Pt 2)

The after-party turned out to be even better than I had anticipated. It felt like a Grammy's after-party—electrifying, with plenty of dancing and drinking.

The most mortifying part? I brought my parents to a Vegas club. Whoops. They ended up leaving around 11 pm, claiming they needed sleep.

Lights danced around the room, casting vibrant colors across the venue. People sang and danced, celebrating the huge Super Bowl win. This venue was quite open compared to others, but I enjoyed both, having not been clubbing in literal ages.

Travis's large arm wrapped around my waist, drink in the air as he scream-sang like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't blame him; he had just won the Super Bowl again! Although he'd surely lose his voice in the morning, I didn't mind as long as I got to hold him close.

Lost in deep thought about music, I found myself zoning out, staring into the blank space ahead. Lyric ideas flooded my mind, and I had an itch to write them down.

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ravis noticed me staring at him with an unreadable expression and gently interrupted my thoughts. 

"You okay, Tay?" he said, his voice soft.

"Oh, yeah! Just zoned out, that's all," I whispered into his ear, covering it with my hand.

He nodded understandingly, his warm hazel eyes filled with love as he planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I felt my cheeks flush as he smiled softly and resumed dancing, his hand still firmly grasping mine.

He wouldn't let go, as if afraid I might get lost in the crowd or float away. It was endearing, considering my security team barely let me out of their sight. I appreciated his protectiveness, something my exes hadn't shown.

The truth was, I wasn't exactly okay. The early hours of the morning were approaching, and exhaustion was setting in from the long flight from Tokyo, four sold-out shows, time zone changes, jet lag, screams, and drinks—all hitting me at once.

The hyperness had faded, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed, mine or not. Leaning into Travis, I wrapped my hands around his waist and closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his body. He responded by pulling me into a hug.

"Are you tired, girly? We can head back to the hotel if you want," he whispered softly.

I nodded, asking about the time. Pulling out his phone, Travis revealed it was 4:45 am. Shocked, we both chuckled at how long we had been out.

"Guess we should get going," he remarked, chuckling.

"I guess so!" I replied, laughing along as we left the club, security trailing behind us. Travis wrapped his jacket around me after I complained of feeling cold. Blushing, I kept my head down as we walked the Vegas sidewalks. His grip on my hand was tight, as if I were the most important thing in the world to him.

"And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you"

- TEXAS HOLD 'EM, Beyonce.