They were almost strangers now.

Still, Leonel didn’t set her down.

He carried her back to the main bedroom, pausing in the long hallway to press her gently against the warm, brick-red wall.

Mindful of her dislike for the cold, his hand supported her back tenderly.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing the base of her ear.

“Do you remember your birthday two years ago? The one where you got drunk and we ended up doing it right here?” he whispered hoarsely.

“I still remember how that felt.

Do you, Alexis?”

“I forgot.

her voice tinged with

to remember; those memories

night had been

strained back then, and that night, under the influence, she had

the next month, Leonel had used alcohol to coax her into intimacy

drunken s@x

left Alexis

her

was strong

him, how she seemed to love his embrace, calling out his name softly, like a plea,

his gaze

won’t let you

you remember each

Alexis

rather forget it

and

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