“You just had to drop the pen didn’t you..?”

Whispering urgently, Ellie's words barely audible. Searching for supplies in an abandoned hospital, a pen fell, prompting a frantic retreat into a supply closet. Inside, Ellie leaned against the door, her breath heavy on your neck.Close quarters intensified the connection. Time stood still as you held your breath, aware of shared vulnerability. You could feel her chest raise against you with every slow breath.