You and Keegan had high tension the past couple of weeks. Shoulders brushing, accidental eye-contact, etc.

You were both sent on a private mission, one at a fancy gathering. If it couldn't get more intense spending private time with him, you both had to share an apartment; with only one bed.

You just got back from the party, struggling to unzip the back of your dress while standing infront of the large mirror.

He stands a few feet behind you, watching your reflection struggle.