If Only (GxG)

Chapter 27 The Exclusive Dance of Room 409

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🎶Motels by Royal Otis🎶

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Alison's POV

The cold air bit at my skin as I stepped outside, the last remnants of the dance fading behind me. I scanned the crowd, my heart thrumming with anticipation, searching for her.

But I couldn't find her.

Frowning, I pulled out my phone and typed quickly.

Alison:
Where are you?

A few seconds later, my screen lit up with a reply.

Blake:
Just left.

My stomach dropped—until another text appeared.

Blake:
Room 409. Surprise.

I grinned.

Of course.

Tucking my phone away, I slipped into the hotel, making my way through the quiet corridors. The further I went, the softer the sounds of the lingering party became, until all that remained was the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

When I reached the door, I didn't hesitate. I turned the handle and stepped inside.

Blake was sitting in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her dress draped elegantly over her legs, and a subtle, knowing smile played on her lips as she watched me.

My breath caught.

God.

"You made it," she murmured, swirling the wine in her glass, utterly composed.

I bit my lip, straightened my dress, and stepped forward very officially.

"Miss Bradley," I said, clasping my hands in front of me, as if I were delivering very serious news. "Would you do me the honor of being my date to the exclusive and highly anticipated Dance of Room 409?"

Blake laughed, a real, surprised laugh, shaking her head as she set her wine aside.

"You are ridiculous," she murmured, standing smoothly, closing the space between us.

"That wasn't a no," I teased.

Her hands found my waist, tugging me closer. "No," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "It wasn't."

I smiled, tilting my head up to meet her gaze.

Blake brushed a strand of hair from my face, her fingers lingering along my cheek. "I would love to be your date, darling."

Warmth spilled through my chest, settling in my ribs.

"Good," I murmured, resting my hands against her shoulders. "Because it would have been very awkward if you turned me down."

She chuckled, shaking her head before slowly starting to sway, her grip on my waist guiding me into motion.

There was no music, no grand ballroom, no one watching—just us.

We moved in slow circles, my head tucked beneath her chin, her warmth wrapping around me entirely. I could feel the rise and fall of her breath, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my own.

"Now this," I murmured against her collarbone, "is a proper dance."

Blake hummed in agreement, her hands tracing lazy circles along my back.

I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into the moment.

For all the tension, all the secrecy, all the impossible longing of the night—this was where I belonged.