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The drive down the mountain from Snowbird seemed to take three times as long as the drive up, even with gravity in their favor. Sarah stared out the window the whole way. She curled and extended her toes under the warmth of the floor vent, replaying how nice it felt to have Joe’s big, warm hands rubbing them.
Replaying the sensation of his lips on hers.
Then blinking hard to clear the image from her mind, even though it didn’t work.
When they returned to the hotel, Joe asked her if she needed anything, and when she said no, told her good night. Even though there was still plenty of daylight left outside.
He was gone before she remembered he had her key. She stopped by the front desk and showed her I.D. to get another one.
Maybe she didn’t forget he had it, she admitted to herself
