Raymond put an arm around Scarlett's waist. He couldn't help but lean in and kiss her. He whispered into her ear, "Raby."
"You-uh!"
His big hand twisted her face over and kissed her lips again.
About half an hour later, they came out of the bathroom. Scarlett was carried in Raymond's arms. When he put her down on the bed, Scarlett bit him on the shoulder, and she looked up to glare at him, "You bastard, Raymond!"
However, her glare was not intimidating at a time like this. It seemed rather cute.
Raymond touched her face, "Baby, don't
look at me like that."
Scarlett couldn't help but laugh. She grabbed a pillow and slammed it down hard on him. "Could you make me a sandwich? I'm so hungry!"
Raymond picked up the pillow and set it aside. "OK. Do you want anything else?"
"It's so late. What else can I have?"
Scarlett gave him a somewhat grumbling look. It was almost twelve o'clock.
"I'll have it delivered here."
Scarlett refused. "A sandwich would be fine.
It was not good to have food delivered at midnight.
Scarlett looked at him. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "I just looked at your phone, Raymond."
"Hmm."
Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid I'll find your secret?"
"So did you find it? "
Scarlett grunted, "No."
He looked down at her, a tender smile in his dark eyes, "Let me find it for you."
Then he reached for his phone, exited Whats, and found an album.
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