Fane closed his eys, lifted his head to the sky, and wished his heart would calm down its mad dancing. He lifted a hand to it, as if feeling his own body's warmth would make him forget of the chance he'd had to feel Axel pressed tight against him on the dance floor, and what would most certainly have followed after. The mere though almost made him turn around and walk right back into the club.

Instead, the manager walked briskly to his car. Briefly, Fane had a thought for his hat. The thing was one of his favorites, and he'd left it behind in his rush to leave... Yet he couldn't imagine facing Axel again, not without giving in to the physicala attraction he felt for the other man. A flicker of a smile pulled at his lips. What was he, some kind of Cinderella? That would have made Axel the prince of the tale, something Fane could imagine in an odd kind of way.