CHRIS REDFIELD & CARMEN LOPEZ
“Us... together. That’s not a good idea,” Carmen whispered, stroking his neck with her fingertips.
“Terrible...” Chris answered and his eyes fell on her lips, his grip around her waist tightening.
“Horrible.” She countered and closed her eyes as she felt his breath against her lips.
“The worst.” Carmen questioned if she’d ever get tired of feeling his soft, but daring kisses, but she knew the answer already. Not as long as she lived... and even death had a habit of letting her slip.
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