The contact sent a bolt of electricity through Harry’s body, or maybe it was the vow, or Tom’s serious, beautiful eyes boring straight into his soul. He had no idea how they had gotten here or why Tom had been suspicious of Harry in the first place or, most importantly, what the hell a kiss like that meant for the rest of their relationship. Fortunately, Harry didn’t have to puzzle over it now, as Tom led him back into the ballroom and onto the dance floor. They spent the rest of the evening twirling together, Harry too busy dancing himself breathless to think, until all the guests had left and the band was tiredly packing up.