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“You’re everything to me.”

She gazed at him, her eyes full of disbelief that someone so fucking amazing couldwantto be with her. “I don’t care about winning. About the show. Not even dancing. I don’t give a fuck about any of it, as long as I have you. I want you to know that. No matter what happens.”

The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Before she could rearrange them or overthink or spiral. And she meant every single one of them with her whole heart.

TAKE THE FLOOR– Production Slack

channel: live_show_floor

Rina (Floor Manager): who just heard Holly say ‘no media’??

Martin: she WHAT

Mark (PR): that wasn’t on therunsheet!!!!!

Kendall: she grabbed Nate and walked past press like Moses parting the Red Sea

Martin: they’re due on the press line in 3 minutes

Kendall: update: they went into dressing room 4 and slammed the door

Mark: please tell me they’re crying

Kendall: door is locked. mics are still live in the hallway.

Martin: …

Mark: oh no!!!!!!!

Kendall: OH YES

@BackstageBites on TikTok:

POV: you’re a production assistant who accidentally walked past Dressing Room 4 and heard a man say“you hurricane’d onto that stage and broke my nervous system”and now you have to pretend you didn’t hear the sounds of a head hitting a door and a belt buckle hitting the floor

#takethefloor #livetv #irespecttheirprivacybutalsoimightdie

Entertainment Tonight – Digital Exclusive

TAKE THE FLOOR CHAOS: Contestants SKIP Press Line After Explosive Performance

Sources backstage say Holly Martinez and NateEriksson declined media and disappeared immediately after their Cha Cha brought the audience to its feet. Multiple crew members reported a ‘locked dressing room’ and a ‘highly emotional reunion’ before the pair reappeared later for results. One insider described the energy backstage as ‘equal parts panic and screaming into headsets’.

What happened…READ MORE →

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Nate

“When it comes to her, I don’t play safe. I play to win.”

Something inside him had shifted. Not from the sex, or the chaos. Not even because he was still catching his breath like he’d just played a double shift.

I don’t give a fuck about any of it, as long as I have you.

He felt the impact of those words deep in his chest before he even realized he’d been checked. It killed him that she didn’t look away or try to soften it. She just stood there, flushed and trembling and completely, utterly terrified. He gathered her close without thinking, inked-up arms closing around her.