Yuna's private request followed me toward room fourteen after official quiet hours began. The sealed bottle in my hand contained citrus water rather than alcohol, removing intoxication while leaving privacy, attraction, plus agreement boundaries unchanged.
Inside my room, one narrow bed faced a desk beneath the shared wall. Equipment keys remained locked inside a metal box, while every sound from room fifteen crossed through plumbing plus thin wood.
Yuna opened her sealed bottle next door at exactly ten three that night. I heard the cap, one chair moving, plus nothing that could tell me what conversation she wanted.
My interested body supplied private romantic possibilities much faster than any available evidence. Her room became a private place, fitted sleep clothing, direct questions, plus the attraction she had already noticed during training.
