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Forty

As the final chords of Bailey's last show faded, and the crowd’s cheers echoed in the distance, Alex and Bailey slipped backstage, the adrenaline of the night still coursing through their veins. Tomorrow was Bailey's last night on the tour, and they both felt the bittersweet gravity of the moment.

Bailey took Alex’s hand, leading her through the maze of cables and equipment until they reached their waiting car. The ride to the hotel was filled with a charged silence, each of them lost in their thoughts and the anticipation of the night ahead. Once they arrived, they quickly made their way through the lobby and up to their suite, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing off the world outside.

Bailey turned to Alex, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and determination. “You know we have to make tonight unforgettable.” He murmured, his voice low and husky.

Alex nodded, her pulse quickening as she stepped closer to him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Bailey’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. Their lips met in a heated kiss, a fire igniting between them. Alex’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as their kiss deepened. Bailey’s hands roamed, exploring the familiar curves of her body with a new intensity, as if trying to memorize every inch of her one last time.

They broke apart only long enough to shed their clothes, a trail of discarded garments leading to the plush bed on the center of the wall. Bailey’s touch was everywhere—gentle and demanding, soft and insistent. He guided her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, eyes locked in a silent promise.

“Tonight, it’s just us.” Bailey whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Alex nodded, her breath hitching as Bailey’s lips traced a path down her neck. Every touch, every kiss felt electric, charged with the knowledge that this night was their last on the tour. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies communicating a thousand emotions without a single word.

Bailey’s hands caressed her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine. Alex arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips. Bailey smiled against her skin, his mouth moving lower, exploring every sensitive spot. He took his time, savoring every reaction, every gasp and sigh.

“Bailey.” Alex whispered, her voice trembling with desire and urgency.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion. “I know, baby. I know.”

Bailey moved back up, capturing her lips in another searing kiss as he positioned himself over her. Alex wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel him. When he finally entered her, they both gasped, the connection between them almost overwhelming.

They moved together, slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that spoke of love and longing, of nights spent apart and moments like this that made it all worthwhile. Their pace quickened, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Alex clung to him, her nails digging into his back as they both chased the inevitable climax.

With a final, shuddering gasp, they found their release together, collapsing into each other’s arms, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high. Bailey held her close, their bodies still entwined, the afterglow wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s embrace, savoring the last moments of their night together. It was a promise and a reminder that no matter where life took them, they would always find their way back to each other.

The next morning, Alex woke up first. She stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. Grabbing her clothes quietly, she tiptoed into the bathroom, relishing the solitude of the early hours. The hot water cascaded down, washing away the last remnants of sleep as she let her mind wander.