You turned. Walked up to him. Arms wrapped around his neck. “Excuse me, what are you doing?” he asked, voice low. You didn’t answer. You just kissed him, slow, deep. Then pushed him back against the elevator doors. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you close. Moments later, he was leading you to the hotel room he was staying in, quiet, controlled, but his eyes burned like he’d been waiting years for this.
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