Boarding school was a riot, before it came to a screeching halt. There were plenty of boys questioning their sexuality, and plenty of opportunities for Monty to draw them out of their shells and help them experiment. Eton was separated by a length of woods from its sister school, an all-girl's private school. Social events that brought the two schools together were closely monitored by teachers, but Monty still found it fairly easy to sneak the interested girls off to a deserted classroom.

It all came crumbling down, of course, and Monty got all sorts of bruises for his efforts. And clearly, he hasn't learned his lesson. He still spends his nights with his hands all over somebody pretty. And tonight, that somebody pretty is Beth. He doubts this will end with their clothes on the floor, but maybe he can clear a few bases before the night is over.

Between the alcohol and the music and Beth's body bumping against his, his blood feels hot coursing through his veins. Something about the tasteful way she dances is driving him up the wall, like having the promise of something dangled in front of him without a hope of getting it. The hand on her back slides down to her hip, the other finding her hand to spin her around with ease. With her back to his chest, he pulls her closer again, fingers trailing her skin before both hands frame her hips.