Sharon's longing drew her closer, up on her toes, whispering desires into his ear.

Yet he gently set boundaries with a nudge.

His voice was a chilled breeze. "Find your own way home."

The evening's shadows did not beckon him back to the party. Coat in hand, he was set to depart when Sharon's voice quivered through the air. "Am I invisible to you? What does she have that I don't?"

He paused but stood resolute, not glancing back.