the room still held the heat of you.

sheets twisted around legs. skin warm, slightly damp, heavy in that slow, floating way that only came after hours of closeness. the air smelled like perfume, warmth, and something deeper, something lived in.

calesta lay on one side of you, relaxed for once, one arm loose across the mattress. mielli was half on top of her, half turned toward you, still stealing soft kisses like she wasn’t ready to leave the moment yet. slow. lingering. smiles in between.

you sat up against the headboard, hair messy, blanket barely pulled over your lap, scrolling lazily on your phone like the world hadn’t just narrowed down to this bed.

mielli laughed quietly against calesta’s mouth.

calesta’s fingers slid through mielli’s hair, slower now. calmer.

everything felt satisfied. warm. full.

you cleared your throat lightly.

“i should probably… work a little,” you said, glancing at your screen like you meant it.

both of them froze.

mielli pulled back first, eyes wide in dramatic betrayal. “work,” she repeated softly. “after all that.”

calesta turned her head, one brow lifting. calm. dangerous. amused. “you’re joking.”

you shrugged. “just a bit. emails. boring adult things.”

mielli groaned and flopped against calesta’s chest. “this is cruel. emotionally cruel.”