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Not a TikTok Dance

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Henry's hands burn where they grip her, one on each hip. Eliza catches her breath but she hopes he doesn't notice it.

"Just keep moving," he murmurs near her ear. He noticed. "Side to side, side to side."

"I know how to dance, duh." She's not sure she does right now. It's just like that time in the office, when she really noticed him.

He chuckles—the warmth of it shudders through her. "Yeah, when it's a TikTok dance. This is different."

She's kinda proud he knows what a TikTok dance is. He's right. It is different. "Yeah," she breathes.