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Elena's POV.
As the party came to a close, Derek suggested we head to Marrok bar, and I agreed, eager to prolong our time together. We dropped Mercy off and made our way to the bar, where Derek led me to the VIP lounge, seeking privacy.
As we settled in, he asked, "Can you remember this place?" I nodded, taking a sip of my drink, my eyes locked on his.
"This was where we first met." I mumbled,
"I noticed a drunk lady," he said with a smirk.
I playfully shook my head, "No, you were attracted to my beauty."
Derek rolled his eyes, his smile growing wider. "Who told you that you're beautiful?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I leaned in closer, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You did, with every gaze, every touch, and every kiss." Our eyes locked, the tension between us palpable.