Between the liquor flowing through his veins and his need to show Melody just how much he loved her and wanted her, Beckett got completely lost in finally having her at his fingertips. Was this what love truly felt like? It was overwhelming and he felt like he was going to get swallowed up by the all-consuming desire.

He wanted to take his time, to get to know her and show her how he felt, so at the knock on the door he nearly growled in frustration for the interruption. The urgency in her voice was all he needed as permission and Beckett pulled her close against him as he pulled his wand from his jacket. With the crack of apparating signaling their departure, he could only hope nobody had seen them go in.