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BLUE (Pt. 4 E.O./E.G.)

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Wrapped up in each other, now on Lizzie's couch, they moved with the urgency of teenagers rediscovering a love they had never truly forgotten. Every glance, every touch carried the weight of all the years apart, yet in this moment, it was as if no time had passed at all.

The world beyond the four walls of Lizzie's home didn't exist—just them, tangled in whispered laughter and breathless kisses, feeling everything they had once felt when they were young and reckless with their hearts.

As they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them, Y/N murmured, "Come to my hotel." 

Lizzie's fingers lingered against Y/N's jaw, as if memorizing every curve, every detail. Her lips were swollen from yet another stolen kiss, but hesitation flickered in her eyes. 

"What? Y/N, I don't think we should... I mean, I would really love to, trust me, but—" Lizzie trailed off, uncertainty threading through her voice. 

Y/N exhaled with a small smile, her hands settling gently on Lizzie's waist. "Lizzie, no. I don't think we should sleep together either," she admitted, her voice rough with restraint. "It would just make things worse." 

"Worse?" Lizzie echoed, brows knitting together. 

"No, not worse. Just... more complicated. Not that it isn't already complicated, considering we've kissed... a lot." 

Lizzie parted her lips slightly, studying Y/N as if searching for an answer in her face. A long pause stretched between them before she sighed, her fingers finally dropping away. 

"I understand," she said softly. "Why do you want me to go to your hotel?" 

Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight. "I just... I don't feel right being here. In your... shared home. But I also don't want to leave you." 

Lizzie blinked at her, then nodded. "Okay. Let's go." 

"Really?" Y/N asked, almost surprised by the ease of her agreement. 

Lizzie's gaze softened, and her voice barely rose above a whisper. "Y/N, I don't want to be without you either. Just... no funny business," she teased.

A slow smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "Oh, so I only have permission to kiss you?" 

"Yes... but only behind closed doors." 

"That's enough. For now." 

"For now," Lizzie repeated, grabbing her sweater. 

Y/N reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before nodding toward the door. "Let's get going."

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"Alright, let's take five, everyone. Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" 

Y/N's manager pulled her back to reality, shattering the lingering echoes of last night's conversation. Her fingers tightened involuntarily around the neck of her guitar as she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus. 

He studied her carefully, concern etched across his face. "Y/N, you sound great, don't get me wrong. But I need you to get out of your head... I know you're worried about... well you know. But we are handling it."