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The sound of laughter and final notes of music faded away in the ballroom, taking with them the last traces of spiced mulled wine and burning wax. To the dying strains of a lingering waltz, you found yourself separated from the group.

A warm, soft but firm hand closed around your wrist, another settled in the small of your back to guide you through a maze of corridors until you reached a deserted wing. And as your back hits the wall, you know that your heart is beating too fast, and it's not just because of your walk.

Corden is on your left, Arthur on your right.

The stone is cold through your clothes, but that's nothing compared to the heat that suddenly spreads through your stomach.

Arthur's gloved hand presses against the wall near your head, Corden's arm rests on your hips, not to hold you still, but enough to make it clear that you're not going anywhere.

Not now, not yet, not without them. And their eyes...

You blink, your breath catching, before a slow, sly smile stretches your lips. “You know,” you begin, sliding your head seductively against the cold stones. “If you two keep undressing me with your eyes like that, I'm going to catch a cold.”

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Trying a somewhat defiant Mc here, this gonna be fun ! 🤭🤭

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