[ Sarah leaves her mug on the counter and follows him up the stairs and into his room. She gives it a quick glance when they enter and George flips on the light, taking in the socks on the floor and the scrubs folded on the chair. He's neat, then, or at least neat-ish. But even if the room was a total shithole, that would be okay. She's had sex in way worse places than a messy bedroom, and with way worse people.
Almost as soon as he turns to glance at her, she's crossing the distance between them. When she reaches him, she crushes her mouth to his, this time rougher, more aggressive, pushing him toward the bed at the same time and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, the movements clumsy and almost frantic. ]
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Almost as soon as he turns to glance at her, she's crossing the distance between them. When she reaches him, she crushes her mouth to his, this time rougher, more aggressive, pushing him toward the bed at the same time and fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, the movements clumsy and almost frantic. ]