Nora' POV
We stumble through Caleb's front door giggling like idiots, one heel already lost somewhere between his car and his porch.
The charity ball was a champagne-soaked blur of chandeliers and fake smiles, and the only thing keeping me upright is Caleb's arm around my waist and his stupidly warm laugh in my ear.
"Careful, sunshine," he murmurs, catching me when I almost face-plant into his entryway table. "I need you in one piece."
I spin in his arms, nearly toppling us both, and kiss him sloppy and hard.
He tastes like champagne and mint gum and everything safe.
"Take me to bed, Whitlock," I demand against his mouth.
He grins, scoops me up like I weigh nothing, and carries me down the hallway while I kick off my remaining heel.
It hits the wall with
