Ava's POV
I wasn't sure how long we'd been dancing when Blaze kissed my forehead.
"This is good." Blaze spoke into my ear.
“Yeah although Iron's probably plotting my murder.”
Blaze chuckled.
“Wouldn't blame him.”
“Blaze!”
“You sent that picture to half the club.”
“And it was beautiful.”
He laughed, pulling me closer.
I rested my cheek against his chest.
No emergencies.
No phone calls demanding I fly halfway across the world.
Nobody trying to kill me.
Just music, laughter, and the steady heartbeat of the man holding me.
I could definitely get used to this.
.........................
Eventually, I escaped Blaze's arms long enough to find something to drink.
That's when I spotted Gene sitting near the patio.
I grabbed two bottles of water.
“Hey, Gene.”
He looked up.
“Ava
