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Chapter 21

It was the night of the college's annual dance. Professor Rogers was standing near the table that was serving punch, his duty for the hour was to supervise and keep a check that no one spiked the punch. Now and then a few of his students came up to him to tell him he cleaned up real nice. Made him feel good. He's spent a good amount of time getting ready and gelling his hair tonight, wanting to look just right for her, for Kate.

Clad in his finest tux, he stood there watching over the students, all coupled and dancing around to the music. He felt bad that he couldn't be the one to pick her up tonight, to bring her to the dance, to dance with her all night and woo her to his heart's content.

He looked around for the umpteenth time, searching for her, he looked at his watch. Why wasn't she here yet? He texted her

"Where are you? Have you decided to ditch me? ;)"

He looked up at the door of the hall, and then back at his watch. But he had to do a double take. Cause the woman who had just entered through the door had caught his attention. She was beautiful. She had hardly entered and all eyes were on her. His breath caught in his throat. He swore he couldn't breathe, it was Kate, with a doofus on her arm.

Whoever that guy was, he was doing no justice to her good looks. She was wearing a stunning blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways, she had done up her hair so well, it wasn't entirely up and neither was it let down, it was somewhere between, and those few kiss curls that hung down at the sides of her face highlighted her beauty.

She was looking around, so he took a few steps ahead, needing to be close to her, but suddenly realizing he can't be that obvious. So he stopped in his tracks and waited for her to spot him, and when she did her face lit up. He smiled that charming smile. He then looked down at his phone and lipped to her "check your phone"

She quickly whispered something into the guy's ear, probably asking him to grab her something to drink, and even that small little action didn't sit well with him, he hated that he could be so lucky to be that close to her.

She looked at her phone and probably read his earlier message. She chuckled at it, and looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

He was so stunned by her beauty. It was taking everything in him to not walk on over to her and kiss her sweet lips. He quickly texted "Kate, you're looking gorgeous. I'm cursing myself right now for being a professor here."

She laughed again on receiving his message, and then she quickly typed out a reply "I dressed up only for you. How much longer until this party is over? I want to be near you"

"The feeling is mutual. But I guess we'll have to wait another hour or so."

She read his reply and sighed. Her dance partner then walked up to her with a glass of punch in his hands. Alex looked back at the bowl of punch next to him.

'Hmmm, the guy was just next to me, and I had no clue' he thought to himself. When he looked back in Kate's direction, she wasn't there. But that's when he spotted her again at another corner of the hall, she had found Maddie, Brent and few others and they were all admiring her outfit.

Alex Rogers was happy that Kate had entered late. The DJ was done with his quota of slow dance songs and jive. Now he was grooving with his turn tables, pumping up a beat for the students to let loose and just dance like the crazy teens they were. He wondered if she purposely came in late, to avoid dancing with the guy. It made him smile, that was probably the reason.

He watched as Kate and her friends danced among the crowd, she was having fun, and that's all that mattered, he loved watching her. The smile on her face, the way she threw her head back when she laughed, she had the craziest moves a woman could have and it made him laugh at her comfort level with her friends.

There was a moment when she caught his eye, when she spotted him watching her, and she began to do this slow, roll of her hips, her hands reaching up into her hair. He knew what she was up to. She was torturing him.

He watched with amusement, tilting his head a little to get a better view. He was entranced by her moves. No one else in the room knew, she was dancing purposefully for him. In a crowded room, she had managed to put on a show for him, and it made his heart fill with love for her.

Soon, she was distracted again by something Maddie said, and they were both suddenly broke out into synchronized dancing.

'Hmmm', he thought, 'probably some old dance they've done together before.' He mused. And then he had an idea. He smiled to himself, asked another chaperon to mind the punch for a while and he disappeared out of the hall.

The song changed, and Kate looked back to where her boyfriend was standing, but he wasn't there now. So she looked around, wondering where he could have disappeared off to. She got her phone out of her clutch and made her way out of the crowd of dancing students. She quickly dialed his number. It was unreachable. She wondered with a little hurt making its way into her heart, whether he had left already without her.

She was brought out of her thoughts when someone behind her tapped her shoulder. Her hopes rose, thinking maybe it's him, but she turned around, disappointed to find it was professor Lisa.

"Are you Ms. Beckett?"

"Yes, that's me" she said, wondering what Lisa could want from her.

"Professor Rogers asked me to give this to you" she handed her a note and then went off in another direction.

Kate took the note, opened it, and looked around again to check if he was around. On not seeing him anywhere, she finally read the note.

"You win, you were right, this is harder than I thought, trying to stay away from you, keep my hands off you while you dance that way before my eyes. I couldn't do it."

Kate felt a sadness creep into her. She feared his solution was to leave. But then she read on.

"I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. So I did something about it. Without making it too obvious, make your way out of the hall, and come to the terrace of the building. I'm waiting for you. Hope you've saved your last dance for me."

A huge smile donned her lips as she closed the note and tucked it away into her clutch. She looked around, and finding that no one was aware of her presence, and neither would they be about her absence, she slowly, very quietly made her way to the hall door and snuck out. She ran to the elevator, took it up to the last floor of the building and then climbed the stairs up to the roof top.

The cool air of the evening hit her like a bucket of ice water and she almost took a step back in to stay warm, but then she felt two strong, warm arms wrap around her waist and a tall figure step in place behind her. She smiled. She'd recognize the comfortable, homely feeling of his arms anywhere after their first time together. His arms were encompassing her, and she no longer felt victim to the chilly air of the night, now all she could feel was warmth.

"Hi" she whispered

"Hi" he said near her ear and then softly kissed down her neck. She squirmed in his arms, his kiss doing wonderful things to her body. He chuckled and then nibbled softly on her ear lobe and said

"I've been waiting all night to hold you"

"Only hold me?"

'No, a lot of things, but since the minute you walked in in this dress, my hands have been itching to touch you"

Even as she spoke, she could feel his hands place themselves on her hips, his hot palms making love to her curves, his hands move up her waist and again came around her pulling her flush against his body. She leaned back in his embrace, enjoying the feeling of him around her.

"You're touching me now" she whispered in a breathy gasp.

"It's not enough" he said and she looked back at him to properly see the love his eyes were surely sporting. He kissed her lips, hungry and passionate; she turned fully in his embrace, letting her arms wind around his neck, her one hand playing in his soft hair just at the nape of his neck. Her other hand slid from around his shoulder down over his chest, her fingers tracing the lapels of his tux.