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Chapter 491

“Thanks,” he muttered softly, taking the glass of scotch from Shawn.

They spent what felt like hours on end sipping and not saying a word. Even though Ivan yearned to hear Shawn’s voice, his increasing madness stemmed from his desperate desire for Shan to say anything, whatever it may be. Even if Shawn had nothing to contribute. Ivan hoped he would engage in conversation about the party or the drinks.

Looking directly at Shawn felt daunting, prompting Ivan to swiftly gulp down the remains of his drink, forcing it down his throat and clearing his throat in anticipation of Shawn’s response.

Meanwhile, Shawn struggled to maintain composure externally, but internally, he was shaking. Standing next to him, Ivan’s physical presence was palpable, as was the familiar scent of cologne that Shawn still realized had become Ivan’s

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While discreetly sipping his drink, Shawn fought to conceal his trembling hand.

He pondered what was going through Ivan’s mind at that moment. Hoping he would ask questions, wanting to know about his life, what had been going on, who was the boy he brought to the party, he wanted Ivan to at least initiate a conversation, to give him a clue that he still felt something for him even after ten years.

Shawn was consumed by a burning urge to inquire, desperately longing to hear Ivan speak, be it about the party or the peculiar funny behavior of fellow attendees who were traditionally supposed to change partners every few minutes on the dance floor.

But Shawn and Ivan remained loyal to each other, neither of them speaking but continuing to dance to the slow and soothing song. Whenever Ivan spun back too far, Shawn would hold him steady, and when someone tried to lay their hands. on Shawn, Ivan quickly shifted him to the other side.

They danced until their movements resembled that of drunkenness, with Ivan’s hands flirtatiously grazing Shawn’s back, slightly scratching him with his nails. In comparison, Shawn was less intoxicated.

Ivan was not pretending to be as drunk as he actually was. For the first time in months, he felt like his true self. That dance, left no room for doubt that the man in the white shirt, staring at him with those dark eyes and an unreadable expression, was the key to his true happiness.

Ivan took another glass from the tray and swiftly finished its contents. He was drunk enough to no longer care about appearing sophisticated but still aware of his surroundings. And he didn’t want to become excessively intoxicated; he wanted to remember this night. But he didn’t want anyone else to know that he would remember it.

This was the man who had invaded his dreams, who had given him w**s, the man who had turned him into something else through his dreams. Something he could not help but openly admit to himself that he wanted for real. He wanted that experience, that touch, to be dominated by only one person, and that person was standing in front of him, devouring him with his eyes.

Shawn struggled to concentrate as Ivan’s captivating presence made it incredibly difficult for him. Did Ivan always possess. that slender physique? Were his movements always this effortlessly graceful? Were his hands this soft? Did he always smell this intoxicating? Had he ever thought of wanting to kiss him? Had he even thought about him even the slightest?

A sense of envy unexpectedly surged within him as he pondered the dynamic between Ivan and his partner. His gaze shifted from Ivan’s visage to the adjacent couple gracefully dancing, feeling Ivan firmly hold his hand while assuming the lead, with Shawn returning his gaze back to him, dutifully following suit.

Shawn couldn’t help but be captivated by the sheer beauty of Ivan’s countenance. The lush eyelashes that graced his eyes, the minuscule freckles adorning his face, barely noticeable yet enhancing his features, and those lips – full, plump, and

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Shawn nearly lost control when Ivan moistened his lips, oblivions to Shawn’s watchful eyes. It compelled Shawn to draw Ivan closer, desperately resisting the urge to claim those lips in a fiercely passionate kiss that would set their souls on fire.

Ivan deliberately maintained a small distance between them. As the lights dimmed and their dance interrupted, they seemed to exist in a secluded realm, surrounded by an ambiance of romantic melodies that evoked both nostalgia and the promise of new memories.

Inhaling unsteadily, Shawn’s gaze locked with Ivan. Nothing else mattered, just the man standing in front of him, looking so handsome, dangerously enticing under the dim light. The time had come; the embodiment of his desires stood before him. This was the crucial moment to take the right action, to embark on a journey that would forever alter their lives. Before Shawn knew what was happening, Ivan cupped the back of his head, drew Shawn closer, and their lips collided.

Ivan’s sweet mouth fervently pressed against Shawn’s hard ones, unleashing a torrent of passion that left both of them breathless and overwhelmed. He clung to Shawn’s shirt as Shawn reciprocated his kiss, his tongue intertwined with Ivan’s, exploring every crevice of his mouth with ardent adoration and possession.

Ivan’s heart s**d a beat as he held on to Shawn, his mind fraught with worry about potential rejection and the embarrassment it could cause at the party if Shawn pulled away and walked out on him.

Deep down, he knew they had a lot to talk about, evoking every single memory of what had happened between them, but right now, he needed this. He needed to kiss Shawn like he had always done in his dreams, he needed that touch, that physical intimacy he had always wanted.

With anticipation, Ivan held his breath, feeling more of Shawn’s Jips and tongue upon his own. It was demanding. punishing, overwhelming. The muscles in his neck tightened, overwhelmed by the enchanting aura of that night. It all seemed too extraordinary to be real, leading Ivan to believe it was all just one of his erotic dreams.

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