An afternoon with a star [Angel/Dazzler]

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A car pulled up outside the building, and a young man stepped out clutching a bundle of things. A long black wool coat slipped out to replace a flash of white as he moved away from the car, covering shoulders that seemed unusually large, and he waved toward one of the dark tinted windows before stepping inside the building.

She was expecting him, and he'd been waved straight into the lift, knocking on her door when he finally arrived around an armful of clothes.

Warren Worthington the third, more often known as simply Warren or 'Angel', smiled as she opened the door.

"I actually walked in this time, are you proud?" Shedding the coat, which his father had insisted he put on before going out in public - he'd had to stop there to pick up the rest of his clothes, and his parents had made him leave in one of their cars - Warren shook the large white wings that he'd freed. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans today, but he didn't expect to be wearing them long.

Because he was trying on outfits for her, of course.

Alison grinned as she saw him at the door, and quickly moved aside and invited him in. "I'm very impressed," she replied jokingly. As she shut the door, she eyed the many suits. "How many do you have there?" she asked curiously.

"Come on, my dress is in my closet," she said, waving for him to follow her as she crossed the family room, which was one of the only parts of the house he'd seen so far. She opened her bedroom door into the room, and flipped one of three lights on the inside wall by the door. The room was lit, dimly--the next switch would turn on the remainder of the lights, but Alison left it off. The windows were cover by thick curtains, only letting dim light through as well.

Alison glanced around before starting across the room to her walk-in closet. "You can put your stuff on the bed," she said with a wave.

"I like to have options." She should count herself lucky that he hadn't brought shoes to try as well.

Taking a look around her room and nodding in appreciation, Warren wandered over to the bed - the large, comfy looking bed, his mind noted - and put down the suit bags, unzipping them to pull out an assortment of different colours and cuts.

He knew that it was quite likely that he'd end up wearing a pair of dark jeans and a suit jacket - Warren wore jeans a lot - but he'd brought plenty of options anyway.

As Alison headed into the walk in robe, Warren shrugged his shoulders and peeled his black t-shirt off, pulling it down over his wings carefully. He threw it onto the bed - if she looked at it, she'd see that it had long slits running up the back to let his wings through. Getting dressed and undressed was an awkward affair for Warren.

His shirtlessness almost hidden by his wings, Warren looked through the clothes for a black button-up with his back to the walk in.

"Okay, this is the gown I'm wearing--" Alison said as she came back into the room from the closet, which was a room of it's own. She slowed as she realized that Angel wasn't wearing a shirt, and wished she had a better view. So, she moved around to the end of the bed and hung the gown from a hook on the wall where a plant was usually hung, but had died and been thrown out.

From there, she could see a clear frontal view, and when she turned, she looked to Angel's face to make sure he wasn't watching her before she glanced down. He was very nicely built--even moreso than Alison had expected. She found herself staring just a few moments longer than she meant to, and when she tore her eyes away and looked to his eyes, she felt a faint blush coming on.

Pulling on his shirt, which was a bit of a feat - no wonder he usually walked around half naked, really - Warren looked at the dress with a smile. "Nice." It would look good on her curves.

As he pulled the shirt over his shoulders, he looked back to Alison, who wasn't looking at him. Well, wasn't looking at his face - she was most definitely looking at the rest of him, and he found himself smiling as she brought her eyes back up and started to turn a little pink.

Buttoning up the black shirt, Warren reached for a skinny tie that was almost the same colour as the trim on her skirt and looped it around his neck to tie it quickly. A schoolboy's knot, no point in tying a full Windsor when he was just trying things on, and then he shrugged himself into a black jacket.

"Well, this is one option." He did a little twirl for her before shrugging off the jacket and pulling the tie back off over his head, still looped.

Kicking his shoes off as he unbuttoned his shirt, Warren had a quick thought.

No, it's all good, I did remember underwear today.

Though he was aware of the effect that his body had - much of his upper body was developed because of his mutation, though he did work out to keep in shape - Warren wasn't intentionally being an exhibitionist as he peeled the shirt off and then started to unbutton his jeans to reveal plain white boxers. He just didn't care about being almost naked in front of people - it wasn't like no-one had never seen him undressed before. In fact, the list of people who hadn't seen him undressed was probably shorter than the list of people who had.

He stepped out of his jeans, leaving his socks in the legs - he'd practiced that when an early girlfriend revealed that she didn't like him wearing socks to bed - and reached for a pair of nice black pants.

"So I've been meaning to ask you about the seats. I'm probably the only one coming who has a really obvious physical mutation, so it's not a big deal for most, but as you can see," he opened his wings a little way to punctuate the thought, "I do need to think about what kind of furniture there is." He didn't expect that they'd have a higher chair that he could sit in, so Warren thought that he'd probably end up standing at the back to watch the movie. His mutation wasn't always fun and games.

When Alison finally looked up to see that Warren had definently caught her staring, she quickly looked away turning to smooth down her dress under it's clear plastic cover.

She turned back to him as he turned in a circle, showing off his first choice. She nodded in approval, for a moment looking to the outfit rather than the man underneath. it would look good with her dress.

As he started to strip again, Alison sat on the bed and fell across it, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to her chest. When she realized he was stripping off his jeans as well, she fell onto her back, staring at the ceiling to divert her eyes but catching as much of a peek as she could out of the corner of her eye.

When he had his pants back on, she sat up again, crossing her legs Indian-style. Seeing him in only dress pants, Alison thought, 'Oh, just go in that. Please,' She said it aloud, though she made sure to sound much more joking than she really was. "I vote you just go in that."

When he inquired about the seating, Alison realized she hadn't even given a thought to it. her mouth formed an O, and her eyes widened a moment before she set to thinking of a solution. She first considered seating the cast and their guiests to the side, but she knew that the view was much better from the middle. Even worse was sitting in the far back.

"Alright, what if--" she stared at the wall, and from her voice it was clear that she was thinking as she spoke. "What if we still seated us in the middle front...And just left enough room behind us that people could see in the next row back? We could put like...a low fountain or something, so it's not just a gap in the seats..."

"Oh, well we don't need to do that, I mean.... If they had a seat that didn't have a back I could deal." He'd be perched on the seat all night, but that was no worse than standing. "And people could still sit behind me."

He grinned as he pulled a white shirt over his wings, buttoning it up with an almost apologetic smile. As much of an exhibitionist as he was, Warren wasn't going to parade around half naked at a public event. Not one where people would be judging Alison on him, anyway.

He tugged the black jacket over the top of the shirt, doing another little twirl.

"Option number two."

Then he started to get undressed again, leaving the white shirt on and opting for a grey jacket and pants. All this dressing and undressing was definitely making him glad that he'd remembered to wear underwear.

Alison made a mental note to make sure that the most comfortable backless chair in the country was to be found and shipped in by premiere night. She then turned her attention to the second choice of attire. "Hmm..." she mused as she inspected the suit closely. "I think I like the suit pants over the jeans...It might be too much of a contrast to my dress to wear jeans."

'Not that they don't look fantastic on you,' she added in her head.

"But I think either the white or black shirt would work fine. And if you wanted to go sans jacket, you could do all black with that tie." She picked up the tie he'd tried on first, moving so she sat on her knees and holding the tie up to him. "Or you could do all black with jacket, without tie. Or black jacket, white shirt underneath, no tie."

Alison looked at him and laughed happily. "It's like trying to pick three sides to go with your meal. I don't envy you men, it's too complicated to pick everything."

"I'll probably go with option number two." He shrugged out of the grey jacket, leaving the button up shirt on for the moment as he stepped out of his pants and back into jeans. Putting everything back into their respective garment bags, he unbuttoned his shirt and looked at the t-shirt for a moment before shrugging and leaving it off.

Moving the rest of his clothes so that the bed was free, Warren flopped down onto his stomach to look at her with a grin.

"At least we don't have to get hair and makeup and jewellery and all that organised." Well, maybe the hair, but he'd probably just leave it fluffy the way he usually did, with just a touch of product to keep it up.

There was no wonder, really, that it was easy for people to believe that Warren was gay.

"So what's the plan for the rest of the day?" His wings were shifting slightly as he settled himself into a comfortable position, propped up on his elbows to look at her.

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Alison shrugged as she slid from her knees onto her hip, sitting with her legs tucked under her. "I just sit down and let some professional or another do the rest, to be honest," she said plainly with a smile. "But it takes forever sometimes. And then people have to dress you. Literally--they're afraid you'll mess up your hair or get make-up in the dress, so they put the dress on you." Ali laughed, running a finger along the embroidery on the throw pillow she'd been hugging.

"So what's the plan for the rest of the day?"

"Hmmm..." Alison pondered the many things they could do. "Well going outside isn't much of an option," she said regretfully. It would be worth it when they shocked the crowd at the premiere, but for the time being it would have been nice to be able to go out on the town with Warren.

"Oooh, have you ever played 'I Never'?! Or we could play Truth Or Dare!" Alison's eyes sparkled with the excitement of a little girl and she giggled. "No, you probably think that's lame," she said sheepishly on second thought, ducking her head.

"I never?" Warren raised an eyebrow. "Always played that as a drinking game." Which could be fun, but he'd no doubt need to get home somehow. Drinking and flying made for an interesting trip, but it wasn't exactly safe. He'd ended up in a tree once when he'd decided to visit a girlfriend when drunk. It had been an interesting thing to wake up to, tangled in a bunch of branches in just his boxer shorts.

"What do you want to know?" He was tempted to ask her what she wanted him to do, but that could be easily misconstrued.

"Honestly, it's not like I've got that many secrets." Warren was much more of a sharing person - he rarely kept much to himself. Unless it was the important stuff.

Alison laughed, thinking for a moment of what to say. "I've never...Been skinny-dipping," she finished, turning her eyes on him with a mischievous look. "By the way, you'll probably get out way before me." It wasn't like she was a goody-two-shoes, but there was only so much one could do without attracting media attention when they were already in the spotlight.

"Seriously? You haven't lived!" Apparently the way she played 'I never' was different to the way he'd played it with the guys.

"So how do you play? I never... erm..." He was having trouble thinking of those kind of things that he hadn't actually done.

"I've never streaked." He had no problems getting naked in front of people, but he'd never done it to run across the green or anything. "Well, not on purpose." Warren actually looked amused at how he'd had to clarify.

Alison's eyebrows rose as she fixed him with a look that clearly said, 'Oh, really?' She laughed, then explained. "When you don't have anything to drink, you play it with fingers. When you've done something, you put a finger up. So," --She reached over and tapped his hand-- "You've got a finger."

"And I'd go skinny-dipping before I'd go streaking," she added, signalling that she hadn't been streaking either. "Okay...I've never gotten a home run with someone whose name I didn't know." She waited, wondering which way he'd go on this, a smirk dancing on her lips.

"Before or after?" He grinned cheekily, putting a finger up anyway. Yeah, he was going to be out really quickly. Time to go for an easy one.

"Alright, I've never kissed a boy. With tongues. That I remember." There was every chance he'd done it while drunk, and every chance that he'd do it in the future if the mood struck him, but for now it was a way to get a point back.

Alison laughed as she held up a finger. "That's cheap!" she protested with a laugh, tossing the pillow at him. "I've never...gone commando!" she thought of it with a laugh, covering her mouth with a fist as she hoped upon hope he'd put up another finger.

"You're just lucky I wore underwear today!" He laughed, putting another finger up. That was three, he was definitely going to be out soon.

"So what's my punishment when I lose, anyway, huh?" Grinning, Warren thought of another thing that might get him another point. And was probably not going to be a surprise to her.

"I've never brought a partner home to meet my parents."

Alison fell across the bed as she laughed hysterically at the fact that Warren went without underwear more often than not. When she finally recovered from her fit, she took a deep breath. "Well, normally when you win you get the drunkest," she mused. "But I guess you'll have to settle for the title. And maybe...Cookies."

"I've never brought a partner home to meet my parents."

Alison's lips parted in laughter again, but it wasn't as hearty as it had been before. She didn't put up another finger, and shook her head. "Me, neither," she said matter-of-factly. "My dad and I aren't on speaking terms. Haven't been since I dropped out of college to make music."

"Well at least you didn't sprout wings on him." Warren grinned. Though cookies sounded nice, he'd been hoping for something a little less... wholesome.

"It's your turn." He shook his hand, with the three fingers up, as if in challenge.

Alison nodded, seeing Warren's point. "No, he'd probably have--"

She stopped herself after only a moment, wondering how she'd even come close to saying what she'd been about to say. 'He'd probably have freaked ten times more if he knew I was a mutant college drop-out.' She didn't tell anyone that. No one.

Giving him a smile that was more nervous that he'd be able to understand a cause for, she tried to divert his attention. "Hey, I'll make you a bet. I bet I'll get you out before you get me out." She grinned, knowing as well as he did that he was already two fingers closer than she was.

"What're the stakes?" He gave her a grin, waggling his three fingers at her. The grin turned cheeky as he thought of an idea.

"How about strip 'I never' - only, you've got a head start anyway. I'll have to get dressed properly again." He only had two things to remove - his jeans and his boxers, and that was no fun at all. There was almost no chance that she'd take anything off before he was naked.

"And it's still your turn."

Alison accepted the challenge of strip 'I Never' without aword, and as Warren pulled on more clothes, she thought about what to say. When she found an idea, she squealed. "Okay. I've never been told a part of my anatomy is 'huge'!" she said triumphantly.

It was true. While her butt wasn't flat, it wasn't very big, and she was only a C-cup.

"Oh, come on. Sixteen foot wingspan!" He held up another finger, deliberately ignoring the possibility for sexual innuendo. That was four. One more finger and he'd pull off his tie again - he'd added socks, a shirt and a tie to the mix in the hopes that it would make them pretty much even.

"I've never cheated, not even just a kiss with someone else." He shrugged. He wasn't counting the times when he wasn't officially dating people, but he was having trouble thinking of things that he could say. Warren had been... well, adventurous was one way of putting it.

Alison wondered if he'd even thought of the other possibly 'huge' part of his anatomy, but she quickly decided that there was no way he hadn't. Though it struck her as odd that he'd suggest strip 'I Never' and then pass up an opportunity to brag about his god-given hardware, she brushed it off.

When she realized that she was caught with his next 'I Never' statement, she also realized that she was much closer to being naked than she'd thought she was. Four articles of clothing away, in fact. She never wore socks or shoes around the house. And now she had to get rid of one. She bit her lip and smiled sheepishly, protesting half-heartedly, "That's not fair..." But it was, and she knew there was no way around it.

'It's just like being in a bikini, right?' she reasoned with herself as she pulled her shirt up to reveal her stomach, which wasn't nearly as muscular as Warren's but was toned from yoga and running, not to mention her hours spent with her personal trainer. She pulled it off over her head, her hair falling back in place around her shoulders, and pointedly avoided his eyes for the first few moments as she rolled up the discarded shirt and set it aside. Underneath her red shirt was a black underwire bra with black lace and red ribbons trimming the top. She was glad she hadn't worn a granny bra, or anything more provocative, either.

So, now he was in a much better position than before. With his socks and shoes gone from those first four fingers, they'd been even in how much they were wearing. And now he had a shirt, a tie, jeans and boxers on, and she was peeling off her shirt to show a nice, simple black bra with a bit of lace.

He grinned, making sure to focus on her face. It would still be easy enough to get him naked, and she'd forgotten to take her turn again.

"Of course it's fair. And it's your turn again, you keep forgetting. You'll never get me naked at this rate." He grinned cheekily.

"Oh yeah," Alison said, having completely forgotten in her embarrassment. "Okay. Umm...Got it! I've never kissed someone who I knew was a mutant," she said, pointing her finger in the air as she did.

Thinking back on it, she realized she might want to make sure he knew it wasn't because she had anything against that. "Not that I wouldn't, I mean. Just never have."

"I kissed Bobby in front of his parents the other day, did he tell you that?" Warren laughed as he pulled his tie over his head and threw it to her. That was five, and he held out a hand with a grin. "I haven't actually dated any mutant girls though, I didn't know many before I came to the institute and they're all ... well, young."

He shrugged. "I never... Erm... I've never gotten so drunk I passed out." Threw up, yeah, but not passed out. He was running out of stuff to say.

For the first time, Alison seriously wondered if Warren was kidding when he acted gay with Bobby. Which wasn't a bad thing...Just definently something new. One of Ali's closest friends was a male hairdresser from L.A. who owned more shoes than she did, and she loved him for it. As long as Warren didn't go suggesting Bobby join in with them, she had no problem with Warren's sexuality.

"Neither have I!" she trumpeted happily. "Okay, I've never kissed on the first date." She grinned wickedly, knowing there was absolutely no way Warren could say the same thing.

"You're kidding. What are you, a saint?" He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. Back down to where he'd started, and six fingers up now.

"Okay." He thought for a moment. "I've never worn a dress." That was true, although he'd once worn a skirt on a dare. That one was definitely an unfair call, and he grinned cheekily at her.

Ali gave Warren a fakely astonished look. "That's cheap," she said with a shake of her head, and she fell back to lay across the bed. Her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and she lifted her hips to slide the jeans off.

As she sat up to pull them the rest of the way down her legs, she second-guessed her gratefulness for having worn something not quite so prudish. It was a simple black thong, but the trim on the sides was lace to match the bra. She hadn't been very uncormfortable before, but now she was feeling the slightest bit...well, naked.

Leaving her jeans on the floor, she turned so that she was facing him once more. "Alright, if that's how we're going to play it--I've never molted." She tried to cover up her grin, but covering up wasn't exactly something she was doing well at in any sense at this point.

"You know it is." He grinned as he watched her slide out of her jeans, then laughed at her own attempt.

"Losing a couple of feathers every month is not moulting." He shook his head.

"You'll have to try better than that." Though Warren laughed in a mock-evil manner, he actually threw her a pretty easy one. He'd be surprised if she had to strip off at this one.

"I've never had a threesome... But I have been asked for one."

Alison groaned and threw her head back as the idea she'd been sure would have him offing his pants didn't work. She had a feeling he was letting her off easy on his next one, but she was not about to complain. "I've never even had feathers," she said, knowing he couldn't get around that one. "Come on, off with 'em."

"Well, someone's desperate to get me out of my pants." He grinned cheekily, considered a quip, then stood and stepped out of his jeans with a shrug, returning to sit down on the end of the bed so that his wings hung over the edge and he could look at her properly.

"So, now we're sitting around together in our underwear. Seems like an interesting way to spend an afternoon." He tilted his head to one side as if curious, but his mood - and his tone - turned serious for a moment.

"This is probably going to come out totally wrong, but we should probably stop." Yeah, he was right, it was already starting to sound much worse than it did in his mind. "I mean, as much as I'd love to continue, I don't want you to feel like I just want to see you naked. And, you know, if I get to see you naked I'd much rather it be cause you want me to see you... naked. Yeah, that sounded really bad, didn't it?" It was unusual for him to be unsure of himself with women, but she was actually making him behave... well, well.

Alison was relieved, and a little touched at his sudden show of chivalry. She tilted her head to the side, her hands in her lap as she looked at him as though seeing him in a new light. "You know...you're a gentleman. I think you try and hide it sometimes, but...I like it."

"It's a nice change; most of the guys I'm used to would spew chivalry when there were cameras or someone around to hear, but as soon as we were alone, they'd be...rude, drunk, and-or horny assholes."

She gave him an appreciative smile. "Thanks."

The realization that she wanted to kiss him hit her, caught her off-guard. She'd known he was extremely attractive, of course, and had felt that she was starting to like him as more than a friend, but she didn't usually get the urge to move so quickly. Instead of acting on her thought, she looked down at her hands and spoke. "Hey, uh...Would you want to go out more after the premiere? I mean, like..." 'What do I mean?' she wondered internally, biting her lip and shooting him a sheepish smile. Maybe he'd know. Maybe he was thinking the same thing.

"Sure," Warren shrugged, though he couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his lips.

"I'd like that. I'm enjoying spending time with you, though you're going to have to promise not to tell anyone about the gentleman thing. I do have a reputation to uphold, after all." Which, considering that they were sitting around in their underwear together when they hadn't even been on a proper date yet seemed to be doing reasonably well.

"So, that never kissing on the first date thing... What about before the first date even rolls around?" He waggled his eyebrows up and down cheekily. Yeah, he could be gentlemanly enough, but sometimes he was just... Warren.

Alison didn't respond right away; for a moment, she was busy trying to decide the answer for herself. Maybe it was time to throw caution to the wind; after all, she'd always moved slow before, and it hadn't saved her any trouble. Besides, though Warren understood some of what she dealt with being in the spotlight all of the time, he wasn't in the business, and that would take half of the attention off of their relationship.

All other reasons aside, she liked him, and she was tired of keeping her feelings in check because the public eye wanted her to do something differently.

She put her hand down on the comforter in front of her, and leaned forward slowly as her eyes flitted around Warren's face. The kiss she gave him wasn't very long, or incredibly passionate, but it was meaningful. When their lips parted, she drew back only a few inches and laughed under her breath, ducking her head.

"Mmm... I like your policy." Though the idea of kissing her again was very appealing - especially since he was acutely aware of the fact that they were both still in their underwear - Warren stayed where he was. He could behave when he wanted to, and it wasn't like he'd just picked up Alison in a bar or something.

"Yeah, I think that's a good policy to have. And you can still get my shirt off with the 'I never kissed anyone on the first date thing.' I promise I'll behave at the premiere." She'd only just broken up with her ex, after all, as far as the public was concerned. He grinned again.

Alison couldn't supress the smile on her face as the premiere started to look even more fun than she had originally thought it would be. Things just kept getting better and better. She reached for her shirt, shaking it out as she looked at the clothes he'd brought.

"So...the black suit, right? Is that what we decided?" She slid her arms into her shirt, then pulled it up and over her head.

"Yeah, black suit." He nodded as he stood up, pulling his jeans back on. Well, she was getting dressed. And it wasn't like he could fly home in his boxers. Well, he could, but it got mighty cold, and that was never a good thing.

"I'm thinking black shirt and the gold-y tie." He'd thrown that at her, and he found himself leaning over her to pick it up off the pillow. He unknotted it so that it wouldn't end up all crinkled and smiled as he stood back up, his face only inches from hers. "But maybe I'll wear the white shirt."

Bending over to pick the garment bags up again - and affording her a decent view of his rear in the motion - Warren seperated out those options and put them into a single bag.

"So, should I... dress over here? Where am I meeting you?" He was already pushing the bounds of his promise to behave, apparently. At least he was doing it with one of those charming smiles.

Alison caught a whiff of his very good-smelling cologne as he leaned over her, and when he bent over, she found it impossible not to catch a small glimpse. She didn't try too hard to resist, though. She could have sworn she heard him say, 'So...should I dress over rear?', and she shook herself out of her reverie to focus on what he was saying.

"Um...Yeah. Yeah, I'll just have the limos pick us--and your friends--up from here. I'll meet you guys in the lobby. Well...You could come at like, four. To get ready. And then your friends could meet us at five-ish downstairs?"

His eyebrows raised for a fraction of a moment, not even long enough to really register.

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan to me." As much as his mind was trying to say, 'To get ready, suuuuuure,' he was aware of the fact that she'd probably have hair and makeup people all over the place.

"I'll let them know. Bobby did text you the final details, right?" He picked up his t-shirt and put it on carefully - it was quite an interesting sight. All of Warren's shirts had long slits in the back to let his wings in, and he usually put them into the shirt before pulling it over his head.

This was why it was easier for him to wander around half naked all the time, but of course everyone thought that he was just being an exhibitionist.

Ali nodded. "Yeah, he did. Oh, and have you seen his signature on his texts? 'The Ice'?" Alison laughed, unsure if this was a nickname everyone called him or something new. Either way, to her it sounded a little too nineties.

"So, I'll probably call you in the next couple days...I'll be flying all over the place, though, doing promo stuff, so it'll probably be after the premiere before we can hang out." Alison stood from the bed, pausing a second before giving him a hug. The bundle of clothes in his arms kept it from being too personal, but the thought was still there. "Fly safely," she joked.

"You too." He shifted the clothes aside to give her a decent hug with one arm, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"And yes, Bobby has... issues, sometimes. Like, issues remembering what decade it is." He grinned.

"I'll try to call you sometime, but you'll probably be busy. Still, you know, I'll talk to you when I can, and I will see you as soon as humanly - or mutantly - possible." He gave her a big grin, then seperated out the garment bag with his clothes for the premiere. "Might as well leave these here, stops me from wrinkling everything by accident."

Alison took the garment bag with the clothes of choice out of his hands, and while she was close she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. She hung his garment bag with her dress and moved aside the thick curtains, letting light shine through from the sliding glass balcony doors.

Unlocking the door, Alison pushed it open and stood aside so he could get through with his bags, giving him a wide smile. "I can't wait. See you!"