All my problems faded away

“Did you have fun, Grace?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good.”

“Did you?”

He grinned, “Oh absolutely.”

“I wonder what the guests are thinking.” I could hear the loud bass of the music again. Conversation seemed to continue undeterred.

“Oh, it’s probably something like, ‘I guess she’s his slut.’”

My face reddened, “Yeah, that makes sense… ‘Cause I am.”

He kissed my forehead, “Yes, you are.”

Tomorrow, I would have work to do: get away before I transformed back, fabricate a story for Grace’s absence, work through the very strong feelings I had for Jack, but now, freshly fucked, in the arms of the kindest man I knew, I drifted off with only one thought on my mind–

Man… I fucking love this building.