<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara nodded as the elevator beeped and the doors opened. He talked as they entered and she shivered as the doors closed, feeling his hand on the small of her back. Oh what she wouldn't give to feel those hands on other places. Scara's eyes widened as she blushed deeply, glad to be looking at the elevator doors and not Marcus. <br/>
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"Don't fade on me now soldier, we're almost there. Just got to get set up in your apartment first which is..." Scara looked down at the paper and blushed deeper. "Right across from mine." Scara nodded and bit her lip. "Perfect." She whispered under her breath as the doors to her cage opens, exposing a long hallway. They were currently on the thirteenth floor, a floor most soldiers avoided which meant that there were less people up here, and that the apartments were bigger. <br/>
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"Hope you're not superstitious." Scara said as she pulled out the key to his apartment and opened it up. </span></span></span>