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22. Out of the Mouths of Babes

The Apartment
Saturday evening
(2005) Max is 20, Liz is 19

"You taste so fucking good," he mumbled against her lips as the weight of his body pressed her further into the mattress.

She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him even closer. "Thanks, I guess."

He let go of her lips long enough to give her a crooked smile. "Are you home alone?"

The smile slowly slipped of her face, immediately knowing what he was really asking. In a strained voice, suddenly very aware of his body on top of hers, she said, "I think Michael's coming home any minute now."

"Damn," he mumbled and started to suckle the side of her jaw. "How about we go to my place?"

He didn't notice how her body tensed underneath him and how a shiver of fear raced through her.

"Uhm, I promised Michael I would be home," she lied.

He looked up at her, pouting with his lips. "Come on. I'm sure you can come up with an excuse to get out of it."

She licked her lips and then pushed on him to get off her.

She could feel his eyes burning into her back as she stepped up to her desk and ran trembling hands down her face.

"Liz?"

She took a deep breath. She could do this. Nothing had to necessarily happen just because she went home with him.

"Right," she said, her back still towards him. "I just... I'll just need to go and call him."

She turned around and produced a smile. "Okay?"

He smiled, "Yes," and beckoned with his arms for her to step up to him again.

She did so and kissed him as he pulled her face down to his.

Giving him another smile, she said, "I'll be right back."

He winked at her. "I'll be right here."

The smile was tearing at her face and she nodded, "Okay", before she was quickly out the door.

She closed the door to her bedroom behind her, quickly walked down the long hallway, past the telephone and opened the front door.

She closed the door as quietly as she could behind her before walking down the flight of the stairs leading away from their apartment.

She took a deep breath of the cool air as she opened the main door at the bottom of the stairs and stepped out.

Not really sure what to do with herself, she folded her arms tightly across her chest to fight of the chill of the wind and started walking down the street. She only made it a couple of feet before she saw a familiar car driving up towards the house.

"Shit," she mumbled and ducked into the alley separating their apartment complex from the next.

She heard their voices as they stepped out of the car, the sound of the closing of the car doors echoing in the night, and she tightened her arms around herself. God it was cold.

As she heard the main door to the apartment complex open, it suddenly hit her that Michael might walk in on Sean in her room. Now that wouldn't be good, especially since she wasn't there.

"Shit shit shit," she said. Now she had to go back in there. "Double shit."

"What's shit?" an amused voice asked and she was so taken by surprise that she screamed.