Kamala Harris’s victory party was in full swing, but Barack and Kevin had drifted to the edge of the crowd, their conversation quiet and unmistakably close. As they laughed softly, Barack leaned in, giving Kevin a warm look. “How about we take this somewhere a little more private?” he suggested, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I’ve got a hotel room not far from here.”

Kevin grinned, nodding. “Lead the way, Mr. President.”

They slipped out of the party, walking together through the quiet hallways until they reached Barack’s suite. As the door closed behind them, they exchanged a knowing glance, enjoying the privacy and quiet that the party hadn’t allowed. Barack poured them a drink, handing one to Kevin, who was standing close enough that their shoulders brushed. They both smiled, sharing a moment that felt electric, intimate.