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"Ralph, are you sure we shouldn't head back...?" Laurie began to ask, sounding increasingly breathless in between kisses. Ralph had him backed flush against the far wall of the kitchen, his cheeks blooming an endearing shade of red, luminous against his fair, lightly freckled skin.
"Don't worry. Alec's game has only started—I shouldn’t think we'll be missed for at least another hour. No doubt they're all still bickering over some nonsense." The last time their set had played charades at Alec's, they had spent a good portion of the evening embroiled in a tediously drawn-out debate over the relative superiority of various Hollywood actresses, and it had nearly progressed to fisticuffs. Ralph wasn't about to subject Spud to such histrionics.
While Alec was assigning teams and collecting slips of paper in a hat, Ralph had been sitting with his arm around Laurie on the divan, the latter looking bored and tragically unkissed throughout the evening, when he had suddenly thought of a better use of their time.
"But what if Alec or Sandy..." Laurie's weak misgivings appeared to vanish abruptly as Ralph thrust his hips in a particular way that made him stutter and gasp.
At any rate, Ralph thought, Alec did owe him for all those times of walking in on him and Sandy—among his other dalliances. He therefore went on freely kissing Spuddy, his conscience pricked by very little remorse.