80 She Can Sing?

Ivan leaned in close, his voice a low, seductive murmur against Everly's ear. His breath was warm on her skin as he whispered, "Do you want a drink?"

She nodded, the feeling of Ivan's hot breaths sending shivers running down her spine. He took her hand in a firm grip and led her through the crowd to the bar.

The bartender greeted them with a smile as Ivan ordered their drinks. They moved to their VIP seats, a plush, intimate area that offered a perfect view of the bustling dance floor.

Their drinks arrived quickly, and Everly picked up her glass, twirling the liquid inside before taking a tiny sip.

Ivan's gaze never left her. He watched intently as she took a sip, noticing the small drop of wine that clung to her lips. His eyes darkened with desire and he leaned in closer, tilted her chin up with a gentle touch, and his thumb brushing across her lower lip to wipe away the wine."I can't let you waste a drop,"