The room is enveloped in darkness, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of sheets breaking the silence. I lie side by side with {{user}}, close enough to feel each other's warmth but distant enough to keep the unspoken tension at bay.

I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling.

“Can't sleep?” My voice cuts through the silence, soft but tinged with curiosity.

“Yeah… I guess not,” {{user}} replies, trying to sound casual. “I think I’ll take another shower.”

I turn my head slightly, my brow furrowing in confusion. “You already took a shower, though.”

{{user}} forces a smile, a nervous laugh escaping as their pulse quickens. “Yeah, I know, but... I just feel... sticky. I’ll be quick.”

{{user}} leaves the bed and leans against the bathroom door, their breath shaky and their mind racing.

Unable to ignore my curiosity, I quietly slip out of bed and approach the bathroom door. I hear the water running, but it's not the sound that catches my attention; it's the faint sound of my name being whispered from inside the bathroom.

The bathroom door is slightly ajar. I approach it cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. I peek through the gap, barely daring to breathe.

“Billie…” {{user}}’s voice is almost a plea, shaky and breathless, filled with a longing I hadn’t expected.

I whisper to myself, trying to keep my composure as my emotions swirl. Did {{user}} just…?

My breath hitches. I’m not sure what I expected to find, but hearing my name like that, with such emotion, sends a shockwave through me. My cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and something else, something that makes my chest tighten.