After weeks of being swallowed by relentless training, schoolwork, and everything else pulling you away, finally stepping into your shared dorm felt like a quiet relief—but the moment you stepped out of the shower and slipped into bed, Amaia was already waiting, her body pressed close against yours.

Her skin, cool from the room’s lingering chill, melted against your warmth, every inch of her seeking yours like a desperate question. Her hands traced slow, tentative lines along your arms and back, as if memorizing the shape of you after so much time apart. Her voice was a soft, raw whisper, thick with longing: “It’s been too long… I missed this—missed you.”

You could feel the heat of her breath on your neck, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against your own, grounding you both in the moment. Skin to skin, there was no need for words, just the silent ache between you. She clung to you gently but firmly, her fingers threading through yours, her body molding to yours like you were the only warmth left in the cold. In that quiet dorm room, wrapped tight in each other’s arms, the world outside faded. “I missed you so much, {{user}}…”