Hi all! I love this chapter – gets a little sexy! I hope you all enjoy it, too! I'm a little hesitant to post it during such a big holiday weekend (here in the U.S. we're celebrating Independence Day), but I hope you all find time to read and review anyway!

Chapter 30 – Burn

Junie's was one of her favorite clubs to end up at—it had a great sound system and the DJ was up on the mix, playing everything from R&B to the Top 40. They didn't overdo the techno and they drew a good crowd mix—mostly young professionals. People came here to socialize and hear good music as much as they did to dance. And the place was set up for it, too. Tall tables with stools were scattered about; padded benches and smaller tables horseshoed along the walls, creating ample space to gather with friends.

The DJ played from the glass roof over the main four-sided bar. The raised platform was almost level with the second story overhang and allowed him to check the crowd from all directions. Mirror balls of various shapes and sizes hung from the ceiling and the upper deck, and mirrors in funky shapes and LED light strings were incorporated into the graffiti-style wall art. The bar was backlit and the lighting was low. Coupled with the intermittent fog, the mirrors served to enhance the laser light show that seemed to exist without pattern. Kate liked the effect more so than clubs with strobe lights—this way dancing actually looked like dancing, not a bunch of herky-jerky movements. And she didn't end the night feeling like she was going to have a seizure.

They met up with Shae, Lanie's sister, and Mel, Jenny's sister at the bar before coming here. They came in ready to dance and danced their way past the bar, to the back where the dance floor was most busy. Lanie, Jenny and Kate stuck pretty close together, not really wanting official dance partners. Maddie, was less reserved, Shae, it seemed was on the prowl and Mel—well, she didn't seem to care who she was dancing with.

Kate didn't mind being back to back with one of the girls—or even someone she didn't know, but she wasn't a particular fan of anyone pressing into her backside uninvited, looking to grind. After having a several men orbit around them, testing their interest levels, a couple seemed to take a liking to them. After one man in particular brushed up against her and stayed too long for a third time in a five minute span, Kate decided it was time for a break. It seemed Lanie was also sick of her over-eager circler because she broke from the group at the same time.

The two grabbed a drink and found an empty table and stools.

"Been a while since we did this, just us girls."

Kate smiled. "Yeah, it has. Fun though." Kate looked her friend over, who was checking her phone. By her smile, it wasn't hard to guess she was texting—probably sexting—Esposito. She hadn't really talked to Lanie since Javier showed up at her door with the rose and the too-tight varsity jacket. She wished she'd taken a picture. Lanie still carried with her that new-love look. Her eyes were brighter, and it wasn't the alcohol.

"So, how much would you prefer to be with Esposito right now?"

Lanie quickly put her phone in her lap. "I wouldn't, thank you very much. I'll see him later."

Kate was surprised that Lanie looked embarrassed. "Living together already?" Kate teased.

"Almost." Whoa. That was faster than she anticipated. Not the answer—but Lanie was serious.

"You know I'm happy for you right?"

"It's not weird for you?"

Kate thought for a moment. "You know, I never thought of the two of you together before I knew that you actually were. When he hurt you, it felt very, very wrong because you're my best friend, but Esposito's like a brother to me. Torn, you know? But seeing you so happy and seeing you together—even before you knew we knew—you guys just seem really perfect for each other. I wonder why I didn't see it before."

"Yeah, well, don't take this the wrong way, Kate, but seeing this kind of stuff—not exactly your strong suit."

"I'll have you know I was the first to figure out you two were together."

"Not the way Castle tells it."

"Lies, Lanie. All lies. Who you gonna believe?"

"Anyway, I didn't mean evidence to suggest someone's in a relationship, I meant actually identifying the spark. Speaking of which…How's Josh? You pull out your passport?" Seeing Kate stiffen, Lanie immediately regretted her question. "Nevermind. I wasn't going for buzz kill or interrogation. I was just curious."

Kate smiled. Talking about Josh shouldn't be a buzz kill, but he was still upset with her for refusing to go on vacation with him. Yes, she had the time, but she was in the middle of an investigation. He was right, though, that would always be the case. Still, if she was going to take time off, she was going to relax and do something that appealed to her. Not that South Africa wasn't appealing, just right now, she didn't think she could relax enough to enjoy it.

Kate smiled at Lanie. She dared to ask. That's probably why they were friends. For the most part, she knew when to back off, when to push. "You're you, Lanie. I expect nothing less." Kate debated leaving it at that, but decided Lanie would figure it out anyway. "For the record, he's in Nevada and I declined the South African safari. And before you ask, no I did not break up with him."

She watched Lanie nod her understanding, but didn't miss the flash of disappointment. She is so transparent. But, Kate reasoned, she didn't really have reason not to be. Sure, Lanie could do a better job hiding how she felt about Kate and Josh being together, but did she really want friends who would be willing to lie to her to make her feel better about her relationship? Besides, Kate wasn't completely indifferent to how her friends felt about him; she also thought it had less to do with Josh than a certain other someone they all knew.

Jenny, Mel and Maddie collapsed into stools at their table, each with a fresh drink. Shae joined them, too, but chose to stand, still dancing while standing there. They were all just talking when Jenny suddenly turned to Kate like she had remembered something.

"So, what's Rick's place in the Hampton's like?"

Before confusion could register, Kate's eyes darkened—a memory can flash through one's mind so quickly. "I wouldn't know," Kate said, tilting her beer back past her lips.

"Why do you ask?" Lanie wondered.

"When you were getting ready," she nodded to Kate, "he offered it to me and Kev Memorial Day weekend. Told us about a couple wineries to check out. Gave Javi his big screen TV."

Point Castle, Kate thought, smirking. She wondered if he did it so that Esposito wouldn't feel awkward or if he'd planned it all along? It was weeks ago that Ryan had mentioned wanting to get away with Jenny for a bit—and away from all the wedding planning details. Their mothers were driving them both nuts.

"Ah, that sounds fantastic!" Mel said. "Take me with you. I'm sure there's a spare room."

"Are you kidding?" Madison asked. "Castle's loaded. There'd probably a spare everything. Seriously, you've never been there Becks?"

"No. But, I'm sure it's nice. Alexis mentioned tennis once, but I'm not sure if that's at a country club or at the house. And, I know the yard is landscaped and that there's a willow tree."

"That's an odd thing to know."

"Long story." Kate answered Lanie, who was raising her eyebrows in question. "'Member I told you about Jack and the lilac bush and peonies?" Kate said in answer to her unspoken question.

"So, you're telling me that the man writes sex stories about you—"

Kate interrupted Mel. "They're not sex stories!"

"They're steamy like sex stories," Maddie pointed out.

"He's smokin'. You're smokin'. And you've never chitty chitty bang banged?" Shae asked unbelievingly.

"You obviously haven't seen her totally hot cardiac surgeon boyfriend," Maddie said reaching for her phone. She leaned over to Shae and Mel with a picture of what the rest of the group could only assume was Josh.

Kate shared a "what the hell?" look with Lanie, who was clearly thinking Oh, no she didn't!

"Oh, yeah, he's hot. Where'd you find him Kate?"

"Come on, Mel," Jenny said. "Richard Castle's totally better looking." Kate had known Jenny was in the Castle camp long before tonight, so she wasn't surprised she'd argue on his behalf, regardless of what she actually thought. "Hasn't he been on the Ledger's Top Ten Most Eligible Bachelors list a bunch of times?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he's left scores of satisfied women lying in his wake," Shae added.

"Maybe. But come on!" Maddie exclaimed. "Surgeon? The man's gotta have skilled hands and the patience of a saint! And he does Doctors Without Borders, so he's clearly very giving. Right, Kate?" Kate wouldn't really know; she didn't like to take it slow. She didn't want to have to think. He gave her escape, and she didn't need patience for that. Skilled hands? He pretty much did what he was told and stayed out of her way.

Kate was incredulous that this conversation was taking place around her. Since when did her sex life and the men she was sleeping with or not sleeping with become the central topic of conversation among her friends? Maybe I'll have to set Maddie up with Josh when we're through. Then she won't have to wonder.

"I don't know. No one's imagination is that good," Shae said, with Jenny and Mel nodding in agreement. Lanie was wisely keeping her mouth shut. Rare for her, but wise. Shae continued, "I don't buy that Richard Castle—a known playboy—isn't drawing on very skilled experience when he writes those sex scenes. And those sex scenes made me want to sing."

"But if we're talking about who's hotter? This man," Maddie waved her phone, "is way hotter." Mel echoed her agreement.

"You're kidding, right?" Kate spoke up for the first time, but immediately realized her mistake and flushed.

"So, you do think Castle is hotter?" Lanie asked, like she didn't already know the answer. She just wanted Kate to confirm it.

Yes! Kate thought. And cute and adorable and sweet and sexy as hell. And he smells so good. And he tastes so good.

Kate was quick to react. She knew she could play her blush off with anger and indignation. "I didn't say that." Her voice held an edge to it that she didn't even have to work at. "I just think it's ridiculous that you all are debating the merits of my partner and my boyfriend."

"Well, you're right, Becks." Maddie said. "We don't have to debate," she added slyly. "Just tell us. Who's the better kisser, Kate?"

"I—what? Why would you ask me that?" Kate asked.

"Enquiring minds," Mel answered.

"Are you telling us that you've never kissed Castle?"

Lanie watched as Kate leaned forward. "That," Kate paused for effect, "is exactly what I am telling you." She was calm, but her voice was tight and her eyes squinted just so. Lanie had seen this maneuver when she was on the other side of the interrogation room, watching Kate come down hard on a suspect. She did it when she was spinning a story, leading the suspect down the path she wanted them to go.

Oh, my God! Lanie thought. She's lying! Lanie leaned back in her stool and downed the rest of the beer, eyes on her best friend. Kate looked up to see Lanie watching her. Lanie nodded her head almost imperceptibly as if to say, "Congratulations. Well played."

Shit. Kate excused herself, and made her way to the bar. Some top shelf vodka should do the trick. Maybe a lemon drop.

An hour later, Kate found herself sitting with the girls, leaned back on one of the horseshoe benches along the wall. Shae and Mel had ditched them already—Shae went to catch up with friends at another, livelier club and Mel latched onto a man. Kate was definitely feeling the effects of the last two lemon drops, but she hadn't bothered slowing down. She had another drink now that some guy sent her way. She'd probably dance with him later—after her head stopped spinning—if he could keep his hands to himself. It wasn't like she couldn't still put him in his place.

"It's like couples night around here tonight," Lanie remarked. It would be a great night for dancing with her man.

"DJ must be in looove," Kate purred.

"Are you drunk, Becks?"

"Getting there."

"We should make the boys come dance with us."

Three of them murmured in agreement and looked at Kate. When she realized they were all looking at her, she rolled her head towards them in a feeble attempt to say, "What happened to girl's night out?"—but seeing their hopeful expressions, she said, "Fine. But if Castle doesn't come, I'm goin' home."

And that is how Katherine Beckett ended up on the sidelines, nursing yet another drink while watching her partner as he danced with unidentified female number—who knows?—Kate had lost count. She was appalled when she realized she'd been counting, but it hadn't stopped her. Now, she couldn't even remember what number she'd gotten to. He'd danced with Lanie, Maddie and Jenny; it wasn't weird for him like dancing with Ryan or Esposito would be for her. She'd danced with Todd once while Castle and Maddie were dancing, but they didn't mesh well. And that was okay. All in good fun. But sitting watching Castle dance with a bunch of random women? Not fun. Especially when he wouldn't dance with her.

She'd wanted him here so she wouldn't be the fifth wheel, but the boys had to drag him along.

"Castle doesn't want to come," Lanie said.

"What? Why not? They're not doing anything anyway." It was true. Lanie had been in touch with Esposito all night. They ended up not playing poker, but rather video games. When she'd asked them to come, Esposito replied that they were just "drinking, shootin' the shit"—he, Kevin and Todd were all more than willing to go out dancing with the ladies. Castle, on the other hand? He begged off, saying he wasn't up for it.

They didn't understand what it was like living in the limelight. Castle was used to it; with his actress mother, he'd dealt with it from the time he was young. But, for a long time now, he'd rivaled her in popularity among the press—much to her chagrin. Martha was, after all, meant to be in front of the camera, whereas Richard? Richard was a writer, and how often does a writer receive the same (or, in this case, better) recognition than an actress? Especially considering she was a pretty damn successful actress?

From the beginning, Rick had been smart about publicity. He mastered a genre that sells well. He paid and planned for the best in publicity, and created an eager, affable persona to accompany the image portrayed on the dust jackets. Castle wasn't kidding when he told Beckett that writers famously brood. He was no exception. He was moody and broody, and often unsure, but the public would never see that. Still, it was exhausting pretending to be upbeat all the time. He had to dress the part, monitor his speech and plaster on that crowd-pleasing smile.

Paula did her best to control where and when Rick would be seen, but with Twitter and YouTube, they had less control than they used to. So, Castle was constantly ready for the camera flash; constantly prepared for whatever fact or fiction might pop up in the gossip column. But that was when he was out. At home, he didn't have to worry, he could just be Rick—father, son, friend. In order to go out, he really had to be in the mood. He had to be prepared, and he had to want to put on that cloak of invisibility.

Castle relented only when Lanie had called him and told him that if he didn't come, he was going to ruin Kate's night. She said Kate was having fun, but she wasn't staying if Castle didn't come out, too. Rick understood where she was coming from. Who would want to be an extra at the couplefest? The boys razzed him when he insisted on changing first, but he wouldn't capitulate otherwise. So, they waited for him.

Kate noticed he'd changed. For as much as she teased him about being metro, she couldn't say she really minded. Even Lanie had to be impressed with his fashion sense. The man knew how to create an ensemble and make it look effortless. Tonight, he wore a light blue fitted shirt paired with dark denim. It was open it the collar in the manner he favored, and which hinted at smooth chest below. She had wondered about the hair on Richard Castle's chest before. There? Or not? His sleeves were rolled up in a casual manner; he wore a twine bracelet on his wrist and his hips were wrapped with a black leather belt fastened by a boxy, brushed metal clasp.

He looked every bit the lady's man. But more than that, he made it look like he hadn't tried. It wouldn't have mattered. People were drawn to him. She couldn't blame them; he was charming.

When he dropped down in the stool beside her, she was glad he ditched the sunglasses he'd come in wearing. Before she got to know him better, she thought he wore them because he was cocky and looking for attention. It wasn't until she'd ended up at a pizza joint with Alexis, Martha and Castle one night that she fully realized their purpose. They'd been sitting in their booth for a few minutes in a new, busy place they'd walked to when Alexis said, "You know, Dad, looks like it's just us. Probably, safe to take them off."

Kate had been privy to a moment earlier tonight when he regretted not having them on. Castle felt like needed them to hide those moments when he was recognized and his first instinct was annoyance or disappointment. Kate didn't think he really needed them. It probably was more of a security blanket type thing. She was certain no one else saw the way he tensed slightly before he turned, ready to grace whoever had called out to him with his quick wit and winning smile. She regretted having him come out when he obviously wasn't quite up for it tonight.

Castle had signed hands and napkins for the women in the group that approached him. Only one seemed to be a genuine fan. She kept sneaking looks at Kate, clearly wondering if she was the Nikki Heat. When she got up the courage, she started to ask, "Are you…", but before she could finish Kate was slowly shaking her head "No," silently telling the woman it wasn't up for discussion.

One woman in the group had been a little more forward. Kate was sure the woman didn't even know who Castle was and that she was just following along with her friends. But she was loud and wanted Castle to sign her chest. Not wanting to make Kate or Ryan or anyone else uncomfortable, he politely declined. He offered to sign her phone instead, reasoning that it wouldn't wash off and she'd see it every day. Kate silently derided him, sneering her nose up, shaking her head as she thought about his words. It'll be a one-of-a-kind…Just. Like. You. At least she'd left them alone after Rick sprawled "Richard Castle" across the back of her bright pink phone.

Outside of that incident, people here didn't seem too interested in him tonight. He seemed to relax a little after that. For the most part, their whole group had been dancing ever since. Just not Kate and Rick together. Castle was steering clear of Beckett. He'd known she was upset as soon as he saw her. It wasn't just the way she was drinking, it was the set of her jaw, her clipped answers and, when she danced, she wasn't as relaxed as he'd seen before. It wasn't exactly noticeable—and the way she moved still turned heads, but to him, she wasn't as fluid as he'd seen her before. She wasn't letting herself really enjoy the music. He'd asked Lanie what was up earlier. Her only reply was that they'd pissed her off earlier. He knew better than to ask her to elaborate. Sitting beside Kate now, he got the impression that she was mad at him, but he hadn't even been here earlier, so he tried to push it aside.

They sat together lost in their own thoughts, not speaking, but each content not to be watching the other dance. They stayed that way, not talking, but relaxed together until everyone else joined them. Now they were around a table discussing Ryan's latest pop and lock moves—which he was unsuccessfully trying to teach to Javi and Todd.

"Okay, okay, bro. I give up."

"As you should, Baby. Just sad to see." Lanie said grimacing.

"It just ain't natural."

Ryan defended, "No. You ain't natural."

"You're just a bad teacher."

"Castle got it the first time."

"Castle ain't normal either."

"Hey!"

"Either of you say 'ain't' again," Beckett said, "and I'll arrest you for verbal assault on my ears."

"How do you like that?" Castle asked. "She's half-plastered and—"

"Making shit up now, Beckett?"

"How 'bout misconduct, Esposito? Or I could otherwise make your life hell?"

"How 'bout I buy you another drink?"

"Attempting to bribe an officer?"

"Is it working?"

"Make it a double."

They took everyone's orders and came back with drinks for all. Beckett also ordered Cherry Bombs for everyone, which the bartender brought over on a tray.

"Oh, no. Think I'm done for the night," Jenny said. "Don't know where you put it."

Beckett grabbed her shot. "Your loss."

Lanie touched her arm, "Maybe…" She stopped short at Kate's scowl.

"Drop it, Lanie." Kate downed the shot and asked, "Anyone up for another round?"

"Not me, Girlfriend. I wanna be able to walk home."

"And I think we're going to hit the dance floor one last time before we head home," Ryan said.

"Come on, Chica, I gotta redeem myself after that last attempt."

"So long as you stick with those smooth moves you know I love."

That left Maddie, Todd, Castle and Beckett. She already knew Maddie was done.

"How about you Castle?"

"You going to do a shot with me?"

"I'll do one more, but then I'm done. Still got my drink here, anyway." He noted Beckett's was already almost gone. He wondered how she was still going?

"What'll it be?"

"You pick."

Castle returned with two Purple Kamikazes. Maddie and Todd were already gone.

"Mmm. Good choice."

"Like you care. We could be drinking toilet water at this point and I'm not sure you'd notice."

"Not true. I'm good."

"So, what shall we drink to?"

"You're the wordsmith."

Castle smiled. "How 'bout…To all that was and is and is to come?" Castle watched as the tension flowed from Kate's shoulders. She stared at him for a minute, her lips slowly turning to a smile.

"You approve, I take it?"

"It's perfect, Castle," she said clinking her shot glass to his, letting their fingers brush and linger a moment longer than necessary. Intentional or not, his words soothed her, and she wasn't even sure why she was still on edge. She'd certainly had enough to drink that she shouldn't be.

Kate pulled her eyes from his, turning back to the dance floor to watch her friends enjoying themselves.

"So, Castle, how 'bout it? Would you like to dance with me?"

"I would love to dance with you, Detective." But, he couldn't. Not tonight.

Kate moved to get off the stool. Castle put his hand on her arm, stalling her.

"Wait. I said I'd like to dance with you. I didn't say I would." He thought she might understand, but he saw disappointment and hurt pass across her features. She had the same look she'd had earlier, when he wondered if she was mad at him.

"Kate, I—"

He was interrupted by pink phone fake fan girl. "Richard Castle—I was hoping for another dance before I head out for the night."

Castle looked to Kate who was standing there, looking down, lips pursed. He wouldn't dare walk off with another woman after she'd just asked him to dance.

"I'm sorry," Castle said, never looking away from Kate. "I've just asked this lovely lady to dance."

Pink phone woman was irritated. She'd set her sights on Richard Castle for the night. She'd looked him up. She fit the part. This woman in front of her did not. Hell, the way she was looking at him, she wasn't sure if the woman even liked him.

"Excuse us,' Castle said, leading Beckett to the dance floor. Finally, Kate thought.

They danced, moving together flawlessly, with complete respect for one another's space. They pivoted around each other, swelling toward one another only to bounce back with the beat. Martha Graham would have called it a physical and superb interpretation of the ebb and flow of their relationship.

Castle was enjoying watching Kate enjoy herself on the dance floor. She finally seemed to have let loose. Kate was beginning to feel the effects of the last few drinks she'd had, but she wasn't so inebriated that she didn't recognize her euphoria for what it was: she was dancing with Rick. But the reserve with which she normally governed her response to him was lacking in a big way—and that probably could be blamed on all she'd had to drink. She didn't realize it was missing, and if she did, she wasn't sure she'd care.

They were clearly enjoying themselves, but there was an undeniable intensity to their dancing that no one dared interrupt. It could have been the eye contact that you don't normally see on the club floor. They seemed to be breaking that unspoken rule that you could touch, but not look. They did just the opposite. In fact, they barely brushed one another as they danced. But the eye-sex thing, as Lanie called it. That was on. Even when Kate twirled in front of him, hands in her hair or above her head, Rick never reached out. Oh, he looked, but his eyes were there to meet hers when she made it back around.

Except once. Which Kate took as an invitation to let her eyes wander as well. She took in his trim waist that he was always hiding behind suit coats, his forearms that flexed as he moved. Her eyes moved up to his shoulders and stopped at his open collar. She would kiss him there, now, if he were hers. Her eyes moved to his neck and the carotid pulse there. Or maybe there. God, she was really feeling it now. She forced her eyes back up to his. He didn't have to ask if she liked what she saw—she'd told him as much in L.A.

Someone bumped into Kate, sending her into Castle's chest. Castle steadied her with one hand at her elbow, another on her side. He expected her to back away, but she didn't. She stayed. The song was almost over so Castle decided just to let it be. He didn't want to embarrass her, but he knew he couldn't handle her in such close proximity for long. Not the way she was moving against him.

Kate was pressed up against him, riding his thigh, but still, he didn't touch her. When the song ended and Love the Way You Lie began, Castle started to move away. Kate snaked her arms up around his neck.

"Just how much have you had to drink, Kate?"

She tugged the hair at the nape of his neck. "Shut up, Castle. Dance. With me."

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Castle gave in and wrapped his right arm around Kate, he pressed his palm against her bare back. He could feel the muscles in her back rippling with the music as they swayed back and forth. They were hearing the words, but not listening to anything but what they each wanted from the other. They were oblivious to everyone and everything else around them.

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight

Kate pressed her cheek to Castle's jaw. She could feel where his fingers had slipped under the lace near her shoulders. She felt when he put his hand on her hip, and even in her schnockered stupor—which by the way, had done nothing to dull her response to him—she knew he was holding back. She wanted him to follow through, to run his hand back over her ass and use it to press him into her.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Kate leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Are you gonna burn me, Castle?"

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

She still doesn't trust me, Rick thought. And she's never going to if I take advantage of her when she's drunk. Castle reached up and pulled her arms from around his neck and held her hands to his chest. He looked into her eyes, appealing to her to believe him.

"No, Kate," he answered. Then he leaned down to kiss her fingers. "But you burn me." He looked up to her then, not sure what to make of the tears in her eyes.

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you're with 'em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em

From over Kate's shoulder, Castle caught the flash of a camera. Dammit! Someone was taking pictures of them. If they were pictures of him and anybody else, he wouldn't worry. But he didn't need Kate using this against him, as another excuse, not when she was so obviously inclined toward him tonight. And there were witnesses! He didn't mind Esplanie or Ryenny knowing—maybe even gently reminding her someday when she was ready, but if this got out to Page 6, she'd never forgive herself enough to let him all the way in.

"I have to take care of something, Beckett." Then he walked away. He headed straight toward the woman with the autographed phone.

Kate woke up not in her own bed, wondering where her clothes were. The last thing she remembered was looking up to see Castle dancing with the Barbie Doll Bimbette. She'd lowered her head to her arms and rested at the bar, waiting for the waves of nausea to pass.

Yes the next chapter's already underway, and no, I wasn't planning on leaving it here…but it was getting too long and I couldn't resist!

So, what do you think? Don't hate me... :o)