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It is well after midnight when the car finally drops them at the entrance to the hotel they have been staying at. She glances down at her side; Red is still sleeping, his features relaxed. Xxx “They’ll find out,” she reasons. Lizzie presses herself closer to him, her hands slowly dragging his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning his vest with care, her mouth sweeping over him endlessly, kissing him like he is her oxygen. This is not safe. Her eyes find Red across the space, sitting with his back against the opposite wall, one black-clad knee bent, the other leg stretched out in front of him. She wants to rest her head on his shoulder, but thinks better of it and rests her hand on his bicep instead.
