There was a sudden thrill of fear at the thick arms wrapped around her, one palm cupping her bare ass cheek. Then, as memories of where she was and who was next to her slowly slid into place, her heart rate slowly returned to normal. Hurley had wanted her here, had asked her to stay. He was sleeping heavily, his breathing deep and even, relaxed and easy in his dreams. Mela reached out with one hand, using the pad of her thumb to trace his features, dragging his chin down, gently parting his lips. Barely breathing, she whispered her goodbye, “Was a good night, Hurley.” Carefully extricating herself from his grip, dressing as quietly as possible, she eased the door of the van open. Once outside, she pulled it closed just as slowly and silently as she could, hearing it latch into place with an inevitability that was so poignant she had to blink away sudden tears. Walking towards her bike, she pulled out her phone to see it was early morning, and from the blush of light in the sky, she knew the sun would be peeking over the horizon before long.
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