Page 72 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I giggled as my face lit up with heat. Levon's ears turned the brightest shade of crimson I had seen I ages. When Jen left, I turned to Levon with a smirk.

“She's such a ham.”

He laughed. “That's my sister.”

“Alright, everyone!” Maggy announced. “Let's practice the first dance!”

Jen and Ryan meandered to the middle of the dance floor. They took a waltz position and started gliding around the floor, flowing seamlessly with each other. I couldn't help how I swayed to the music.

“And now, the bridesmaids and groomsmen!” Maggy alerted the crowd. “Join them carefully.”

Levon held out his hand to me. “May I have this dance?”

I curtsied and then took his hand. “Of course, my lord.”

He chuckled lightly as we swept over the carpet, joining the amassing couples that were waltzing around Jen and Ryan. We swayed effortlessly to the music. Every move prompted a reaction and I found myself soaring. My heart was beating madly against my chest as my breathing labored, reminding me of all the times Levon and I had danced together.

When the music shifted, he drifted closer to me and took my hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and swayed with him, not minding the couples doing the same around us. I got lost in the moment. It felt like there was a spotlight on us just like at the old dances we used to attend. It was high school all over again—and I found myself fluttering with affection.

His cheek grazed mine and I hummed. I felt him shift again, pulling away with his hand tangled with mine. He bowed his head.

“I appreciate the dance,” he whispered. “But maybe you should rest your feet.”

I smiled dreamily. “Yeah, sure.”

“Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“You look sleepy.”

“Oh, well,” I took a quick glance around. No one was paying any mind to us and that made me feel slightly better. “I guess it's just been a long week.”

“I can understand that.”

We drifted away from the dance floor as the music shifted into a fast-paced pop song. Ryan erupted with excitement and pumped his fist into the air as his groomsmen joined him. I rolled my eyes as I sat down.

I pulled off my heels and sighed. “At least I look amazing.”

“You always look amazing.”

I shot him a sharp look but retained my grin. “Well, you're biased.”

“So, what if I am?”

“I guess there's not much I can do about that.”

He shrugged. “I mean, it's a compliment. Was there any harm in it?”

“None at all.”

“Well, good.”

I giggled. “Alright, then.”

“Fine, then.”

“Very well.”

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