“Whatever this is? It’s not fake. I think you two have a real chance at winning this season, and I can’t wait to see what you do next. 10.”
The crowd exploded.
The host squealed. “A total score of 28 out of 30! Nate, Holly, how does that feel?”
Nate opened his mouth, but he couldn’t make anything come out. What heshould’vesaid was something about gratitude, hard work, and how proud he was of the routine. Instead, all he could think about was how she’d leaned in and he’dfucking stopped it. No one would ever know the truth of what didn’t happen except the two of them, and Holly wouldn’t even look at him.
So Nate just stood there and let Holly say something perfect forprime-time, breathless and aching and so fucking sure he’d just made the biggest mistake of his life.
@waltzwithmepls on X:
nate eriksson just invented edging on live tv
#takethefloor #hollyandnate #viennesewrecked
Jaime
BRICK!!!
you didn’t kiss her???
what the actual emotional celibacy is going on??
are you a fucking MONK bro???
if you tell me you’ve started doing yoga and drinking oat milk like its your religion, I’ll know you’re lost to LA forever
Nate
I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING!
Jaime
you’re a moron, dude, that’s what’s fuckinghappening
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THE MONA LISA OF MURDER
Holly
“People keep asking if our relationship is genuine. And I’m like, yes. The rage is extremely real.”
Holly didn’t look at him once. Not after he held her off, or when the applause detonated like a riot in sequins. Not even when his hand brushed her back like he was still allowed to touch her. She’d spent a decade perfecting the art of looking unbothered while silently planning someone’s televised execution.
And right now? She was the fucking queen of emotional repression.
She smiled for the cameras as they exited the stage, hips swinging, skin glowing, the ghost of that near-kiss still tingling on her lips. Her pulse was climbing the walls. Her brain was screamingSTUPID BITCH STUPID BITCH STUPID BITCH, and she still smiled. Because if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was turn public humiliation into a high-definition masterclass in grace.
He’dstopped the kiss. Not in a way anyone else would catch. Not enough to trigger a TikTok conspiracy theory or make the judges blink twice. Butsheknew. He’d let her fall forward just enough to feel the air shift, and thenchose not to catch her.
And now he had the audacity to walk beside her down the press corridor, hand lingering at the small of her back. As though he hadn’t just made her look like a girl who misread the vibe and leaned in to kiss the quarterback under the bleachers before gettingvoted off the island for it.
