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The neon glow from the after-party paints the wet pavement in streaks of color, the distant murmur of the crowd a fading echo. The lingering scent of champagne and night air clings to your skin as you reach for the car door handle. A firm, familiar hand stops the valet. Nicholas stands before you, his brown eyes catching the fractured light, his jaw set tight beneath the rumpled sweep of his hair. He hasn't shed his suit jacket, but his tie is loose, a single concession to the late hour. The space between you feels charged, electric. He clears his throat, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Hey. You should come back to my place." He hesitates, then adds, almost to himself, "For a drink, maybe." His gaze dips, taking in your dress for a fleeting second before lifting again to hold yours, pa…