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Wyatt tugged on his damp hair as he peeked through the blinds of the motel room. The sun was barely casting a pink glow on the horizon, but he’d woken early. Consequently, his waking had roused Nancy, and they’d had a quick morning tussle before showering.
“What do we do now?” Nancy asked, coming behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Her head nuzzled his back, sending a warm sensation through him. “Do we go?”
He spun around, remaining in her embrace. She had yet to dress and was standing around in her underwear and socks. If he wasn’t so hungry, he’d toss her back onto the bed.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, he thought through his plan. There was no way everything Nancy owned would fit into his place, not that he’d seen a moving truck.
“Where are all your things? I
