"So am I." So much better for it. He'd never known how much he was missing until he found it in Henry, in someone who understood him in all his mess and disaster that he usually tried to rein in as best he could. Those eyes met his, and Alex was lost with no hope of rescue.

They were still dancing, and Alex stepped in closer, closer than was appropriate for a proper ballroom hold and posture. To hell with proper though. Alex didn't care about proper, he cared about chasing the warmth that was building between them, the pull that urged like his heart had become a magnet drawn inexorably towards Henry's. He was close enough that he could lean their foreheads together, so he did.

"I'll take the credit for the cake, since it got us here. Favorite mistake I ever made."