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.

quickly, her

to remember; those memories were too

had been

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

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

moments of drunken s@x truly salvage a failing

left

resurfaced, a flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks, adding a softness to her usual

work, she was strong and

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

his

let you forget,”

you remember each

Alexis managed a

rather forget it

good and

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