‘Do you want to dance some more?’

Cat’s voice sounded heavy, drowsy. ‘No.’

‘A drink, then? Some more grappa?’

‘No.’

‘What, then? This. . .?’ And Nico bent his head and started to kiss her. ‘Is this what you wanted all the time, my little Cat?’

‘Oh, yes,’ she breathed, against his parted lips. ‘Yes. Yes.’

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