-Three weeks prior -
Keira's head snapped up from the magazine she was reading on the sofa, her knees bent, toes crammed comfortably under Ahren's thigh for warmth, as Dylan rushed into the room.
"I found it." He is breathless, glasses slightly askew.
Ahren lifted his head from the back of the sofa from where he'd been dozing off, watching daytime T.V. We'd returned from a new game a few days ago and were happily relaxing and recovering whilst whispering schemes to each other. "Found what?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Damn, I really wish I could do that; it's so cool. Ember snorted at her inner thoughts.
Dylan glanced at the camera in the corner of the room and kneeled before them. "Not here. In the bathroom," he whispered conspiratorially.
Keira frowned, watching her friend stroll to the bathroom casually, adjusting his glasses. She glanced at Ahren and dropped the magazine on the coffee table, swiftly following. Ahren was close behind her as the doors slid shut.
