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[ Fort Worth, tx ][10:45]

No one tried to stop them as they ran up the stairs. Horace had wanted to beat the guy's face in, had reveled in that surge of adrenaline more than he wanted to admit, but Peyton was more important. Peyton was always more important. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it as her body pressed closely against his in the darkened hallway. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" He leaned down and kissed her hard, bitingly, as though he were worried she might fade away. The he pulled back, for just one moment.

Horace spun her until he could slam her against the wall, hand hooking around one of her thighs to draw her leg up around him. She was small and sometimes the height difference irritated him, but it also meant he could drag Peyton up his body and have no difficulty holding her there. His other handfisted in that waterfall of candy-colored hair. She was his. Later, later, he'd ask her if she was okay again.

[ Fort Worth, tx ][10:47].

Horace leaned down and grazed his teeth along the smooth column of her neck. “Is that a ******** challenge, Peyton Creedy?” It was a rhetorical question; he knew it was a challenge, could see it glittering in her pretty pale eyes even in this dark hallway

"Challenge or not, Pey," he said as his fingers slid up around her throat. "-you know that's not true." His thumb brushed along her jaw before squeezing, just a little. He knew she liked it. There was a drunken titter behind them. <********>. He pulled back from Peyton, pulling her skirt down as he moved. "Room 3B is ours." And he grabbed her wrist.