<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;fuck&gt;</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> Ayla’s eyes followed the ring into his pocket as she let out a groan.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I’m going to be dead tomorrow. Possibly literally….”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she moaned, falling backwards onto the floor. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I give up. You win. Good fight.”</span>