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The heavy door clicked shut, sealing you inside just as Andrew’s lips came down on yours, his hands settling possessively on your waist. It was a practiced, instinctive rhythm. Then the air changed. A low, amused laugh cut through the warmth. You stiffened, turning your head just enough to see a figure leaning casually against the hallway wall, arms crossed, a smug grin touching his lips. Jenson Button watched the entire display with detached, entertained curiosity. Andrew finally broke the kiss with a groan. "Shit." You blinked, understanding dawning. "You double-booked?" Andrew winced. "Okay, yes. I forgot one." Jenson shook his head slowly, his voice a lazy drawl. "Unbelievable. You really are hopeless."