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A s I enter Red's room, I can't help but smile at the sight of her wearing my shirt. I bring a tray of food to the bed where she sits, leaning back against the headboard. "I thought you might be hungry," I offer, trying to keep my voice steady as I set the tray between us and take a seat in front of her.

"You thought right," she replies with a playful smile, her eyes glancing at the plate of pasta before falling on the blindfold. She chuckles, handing it to me and leaning closer.

I hesitate for a moment before placing it over her eyes, torn between wanting to see her beautiful face and keeping my anonymity. Giving her a glass of wine, I feel both contentment and turmoil as I watch her drink. This simple act stirs up emotions I thought I had under control. Clearing my throat, I quickly put the glass back on the tray, trying to push away these confusing feelings.

"Would you like me to feed you?" I ask, as if she has a choice.

She tilts her head slightly, as if considering it, then finally nods. "Please. "

My heart beats faster at her concession. Picking up a forkful of pasta, I bring it to her lips, watching as she parts them and takes the food into her mouth. The sight is both incredibly intimate and sensual, causing me to fall further under her spell. She hums appreciatively between bites, praising the flavor and my cooking skills.

We continue this way until the plate is empty - me feeding her; her reveling in every bite. Finishing the last of the pasta, I set down the fork and pick up a napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth. Her lips part slightly as I do and my self-control nearly shatters. The desire to lean in and capture those lips with mine is overwhelming, but I pull back just in time.

I hesitantly ask, "Is it alright if I sleep here with you?" The words catch me off guard just as much as they do her.

"I would love that," she responds with a smile, and I quickly stand up to retrieve the tray. As I place it on the nightstand, I watch her climb into bed.

Walking around to the other side, I turn off the light and join her under the covers. "ZW?" I inquire, and she lets out a soft chuckle before resting her head on my chest.

"DH?" she playfully retorts, causing me to smile as I pull her closer. "Do you always brand women you sleep with?”

I laugh, gazing up at the dark ceiling illuminated by slivers of moonlight. "No, actually. You're the first person to give me the urge to. It's going to be difficult to say goodbye tomorrow."

She nods against my chest, making a soft humming sound in agreement. Despite our shared affection, we both know there is a looming deadline for us to part ways.

"This was supposed to be a shared experience in a safe space, with no strings attached," she says, her voice wavering in the darkness. But I can feel the tension between us, and I know she's not convinced of what she's saying .

I can only reply with a simple "I know" before closing my eyes and trying to push away the conflicting feelings inside me.