"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen," he says, taking my face in his palms and kissing me.
I can't think on his words for the heat of his lips against mine makes me dizzy. The urge to fall into his arms grips my brain. I want nothing more than to skip all the questions and be in his embrace.
He steps away from me and takes a mobile from the inner coat pocket. Tapping a button, he makes a phone call.
"I need a clean up on aisle five. Yes. Very well," he says before ending the call. "Do you mind if I change the music?"
"You don't like my music?" I ask, putting my hand on one hip, a bit of my confidence returning.
"Nothing like that," he says, making a selection. The music starts and I tilt my head. It's not a song I'm familiar with. "It's Guns and Roses. Don't Cry."
He doesn't say more and extends his arms to me. I allow him to pull me close against his chest and we move with the song. I press my cheek against his shoulder and sigh with happiness. Can this be real? I know it's a dream. Everyone keeps telling me he is dead.
"I know what you're thinking," he says, the bass of his voice soothing me. "Where have I been all these years? Why did I wait until now to see you?"
"I don't care about the past," I blurt out. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to start right this minute as if nothing bad ever happened and we can be together forever."
We sway with the song and he squeezes me, enveloping me in his warmth. After a while, we are dancing without music and I smile to feel our bodies in complete rhythm.
"I love your suit," I whisper, kissing his neck.
A knock sounds upon the door and I sigh with disappointment. I feel a sudden anger towards whomever might be the devil person interrupting this small slice of happiness.
Ray announces the door is open and George steps into the room with Peter in tow. He sees the mess near the poker table and claps his hands, as if he already didn't have my attention.
"Go back to the apartment. Don't talk to anyone or answer the phone and we'll have this cleaned up before midnight."
I understand he wants me to leave and sigh again. Turning to Ray, I blow a kiss in his direction. "It better not be eight years before I see you again."
"It won't," he says as George escorts me into the hall.