Amber barely believed their good fortune. She'd thought they'd have to spend another hour or two with drinks and more small talk about just how perfectly green Geoffrey's grass was, but her mom went and gave her permission to break away. She reached for Eric's hand, a smile bursting on her face. In her eagerness to be alone with him, her annoyances from earlier, their near-fight in the kitchen, were all but forgotten.

Her mind flooded with images of what they could do once she'd closed the door behind them. They'd have to be quiet, but at least a proper kiss, long and deep. Amber wasn't sure if she'd be up for much more, knowing that most of her closest relatives were meters away, but that was okay. Eric and walls around them sounded perfect right now.

Amber was already on her feet, fingers lacing between his and ready to bolt, when Eric asked, with more a wince than a grin, if she'd give him the tour. Now why would he go and ruin the escape plan they'd been given on a silver platter? She almost said no. But... he seemed to unfold with the question, some of his tension easing away. Amber could give him this. "Sure," she said. "You've seen most of the first floor, but we also have another living room in the back--" Amber waved towards it, willing to go there if he wanted. "And then there's the second floor, that's where all the bedrooms are."