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He waited until she picked up her guitar, then took her free hand in his and walked them, quickly, towards the building, leading her down to the floor he practically had to himself these days.

Daphne clung to his hand as she followed, grateful for his rapid pace. She couldn't wait to get him alone and pick up where they'd left off.

When they reached his room she pulled away just long enough to set the guitar down safely on the unclaimed bed before she turned back to him and all but threw herself at him, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to caress his abdomen as she leaned up for a kiss.