DYLAN
We leave the penthouse just after 2 a.m.
They're still arguing about Hermione's friends, who's the most dateable, and whether Ronan should "update his skincare routine" to impress one of them.
But she's done.
And I'm more than ready to get her alone.
My hand never leaves her lower back as we walk toward the elevator. As soon as the doors close, the silence between us is thick with tension.
She glances up at me, a mischievous tilt to her mouth. "They really can't handle me, huh?"
"No one can," I say, pinning her to the back of the elevator, hands braced beside her. "Not even me."
She arches an eyebrow. "That's funny. I thought you were handling me just fine earlier."
I press my lips to hers before she can say another word.
A sharp, teasing kiss — just enough to make her breath catch.
"Careful," I murmur, brushing my nose against hers. "You're playing with fire."
She smirks. "I'm not afraid of getting burned."
The elevator dings.
We barely make it to the car before I'm pulling her in for another kiss. This one's longer, slower. Her fingers are in my hair, tugging gently, and I swear — if I didn't have a driver waiting just outside, I'd take her right here in the damn parking lot.
By the time we get home, she's tugging off her heels, stumbling slightly from laughter and champagne.
I catch her wrist and pull her into me.
She lands with a soft gasp, hands against my chest.
"You looked beautiful tonight," I murmur, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I think I fell in love again. At least three times."
Her eyes flutter up to mine, playful and breathless. "Only three?"
"I'm pacing myself."
She laughs — then stops when I scoop her into my arms.
"Dylan!" she shrieks. "Put me down!"
"Not a chance," I growl, walking us into the penthouse. "You've been teasing me all night, sitting on my lap, whispering in my ear, sending pictures to your friends…"
"I was dared!"
"Don't care." I kick the door shut behind us.
She wraps her arms around my neck. "So what now? You going to punish me?"
I smirk, eyes locked on hers. "Not yet. First… I'm going to worship you."
I set her down slowly, letting her body slide down mine. Her dress catches on my suit, her breath hitching when I lean down and kiss her — slow and deep — as if I've got all the time in the world.
Because I do.
Because she's here.
Because she's mine.
And tonight?
I'm going to make sure she never forgets it.