Author's note: These characters in no way shape or form belong to us, we just happen to know them intimately and write about what we know...
Declaration
Spinelli chats animatedly with Lulu and Maxie, a glass of obligatory champagne clutched in one hand while his eyes dart around the crowded ballroom. He is trying to get a glimpse of Jason. He clearly understands the rules, the strictures in place. They will celebrate later, in private. This is for public show, for the world at large.
"Hey," A tuxedo clad arm snakes around his waist and a chin rests on his shoulder. "Want to dance?" Blue eyes glitter and a sexy, sensitive mouth quirks up in inquiry.
"Sto..ne C..old," he stammers, "I thought we agreed to…"
He never manages to finish the sentence, Jason's lips interfere. After forever and no time at all, he murmurs, "Happy New Year, Spinelli," and the room erupts in cheers.