Miles heads back down

He takes the stairs two at a time.

The anger hit him somewhere between the third floor and the second and by the time he reaches the bottom it has settled into something colder and more focused. Not the kind of anger that makes you stupid. The kind that makes you decisive.

He grabs a drink from the nearest surface without breaking stride and moves through the party with the particular energy of someone who has made up their mind.

He is done being patient. Done being careful. Done managing everyone else's feelings while his own night slips away one careful decision at a time.

He scans the room once.

And there she is.

Exactly where he needed her to be. Laughing at something with a small group nearby, completely unaware of what is about to happen, looking the way she has looked all night which is to say like exactly what he needs right now.

He sets his drink down.

He crosses the room without hesitation, takes her hand, and pulls her gently but firmly away from the group. She turns, surprised, but does not resist. He leans close to her ear.

Miles: I am going to fuck you so hard you are going to cum harder than you ever imagined you could.

She stays still for just a moment.

Then she looks up at him with dark eyes and nods once.

Her: let's go.