By the time Derek and I got back to Fairview, it was already past ten.

In the elevator, I pressed the button for the sixth floor, but he didn't select his floor.

When I turned to him with a confused look, he suddenly pinned me against the elevator wall.

His hands gripped my waist as he spoke in a husky voice, "Has the alcohol worn off yet?"

"Not really..." After changing into flat shoes, I'd had a few more drinks on Phoebe's behalf. Despite dozing off on the way ...