When we were dressed and looking almost as though we weren’t guilty as sin for sneaking off during his party to make love, we returned to the festivities downstairs. Jack introduced me to more of his friends and clients, who all took great interest in the fact that Jack’s hand never left the small of my back as we made the rounds. My cheeks burned the rest of the evening, as I was certain everyone knew what we’d been up to earlier. Jack didn’t seem to notice the lingering glances and knowing smiles, or perhaps he just didn’t care what anyone had to say about our romantic interlude. He appeared perfectly content with not only showing me off, but also staying close to me, which sent out its own message. I was his. The thought caused of shiver of delight to chase down my spine. Jack leaned in close and asked, “Are you cold?” I had a difficult time keeping my smile from being a beaming, radiant one. I’d already given away too much to this crowd. I didn’t need to share my absolute delirium with them.
