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Nate Eriksson’sscandalously steamyfirst performance onTake the Floorhas fans asking…
Is this still a redemption arc, or a slow burn enemies-to-lovers novella in rhinestones? [Full recap ?]
Jaime
bro
just saw your rumba
wtf was that
you looked like you were about to propose or start a cult
you looked… like a fucking dancer, man, wtf did she do to you???
you okay?? need to talk?? blink twice
Nate
Cap?
Respectfully…
Fuck off.
8
WE’RE NOT IN REHEARSAL ANYMORE, TOTO
Holly
“Was it hot? Sure. So is a dumpster fire.”
The second they cleared the wings, Holly exhaled like she’d been holding her breath for a week. The stage lights were gone, but her skin still hummed with leftover heat, like the floor had branded her and sent her off sizzling. Her pulse pounded in her ears and her Latin heels clicked on the concrete backstage. And fucking Nate was too close behind her, all hulking andradiating.
Don’t think about it. Don’tfeelit.
But Jesus, the way he’d looked at her on that last beat? The foreheads-touching, chest-heaving, full-bodyacheof it? She wasn’t a romantic, butfuck, that had felt like something. Like more than cameras. Like more than fake.
Now they were being herded toward the press line like sleek show ponies in expensive sweat-soaked outfits. Holly grabbed a tissue from a passing intern and blotted her face, trying to ignore the very real fact that her legs were shaking… and not just from exertion.
The hallway ahead was full of branded backdrops, ring lights, and reporters holding laminated cards out like bait. She pasted on her professional smile, the one that didn’t reach her eyes but always got her through.
“Ready?” Nate asked under his breath.
“No,” she muttered, “but I’m not getting paid to half-ass this.”
He snorted. “You’re getting paid?”
She almost laughed.Almost.
The first mic came fast.
“You twosizzledout there,” the reporter gushed, practically bouncing. “What was going through your heads during that final pose?”
