It was after midnight by the time we got home. The prom had gone until eleven, and by the time we’d shooed the stragglers out the door and did preliminary clean-up, it was already going on twelve. Chase had insisted we leave the rest, as he was meeting his cleaning crew and the decorators at the site at eight the next morning to restore the atrium to its normal sparkling shine. I was more than happy to do so, knowing it was in good hands and would be taken care of.
And watching Chase dance and enjoy himself while wearing a tux all night had been torture. I needed him. Wanted him desperately. So much so that I pulled him into the elevator in our building just so I could kiss him, over and over, and not worry about climbing the stairs. Chase enthusiastically returned the kisses, one of his
