This is always the dullest part of the gala. They’ll blab on for an hour at least. No one will notice we’re gone. We exit the ballroom and take a left, passing the bar and heading for the patio. He holds the door open for me, brushing my shoulder as I walk through. The night air raises goose bumps on my arms. It’s less crowded out here than in the ballroom, but there are still so many people lounging around the fire pits. Too bad. A fire would be nice. We walk hand in hand down the steps toward the pool. On the far side, the seating is more secluded. Darker too. As soon as we pass the corner of a shrouded cabana, his arm moves around my waist and his lips touch the back of my neck. Dizzy, I turn and slip my hands inside his coat. My fingers run down his back and sides as his hands search out my hips, my neck, the small of my back. He pulls me close, lifting me to kiss my neck, my collarbone. I melt into him, and in a heartbeat, the days of separation dissolve away, taking with them all the stress and care and worry.
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