Despite The Hole being windowless, you still knew when night came. The fluorescent lights turned off and a red glow from the prison emergency lights would bathe each floor. And when night came, your concrete prison got cold.

It started as a strategic move. You and your roommate, Goreng, would lay together on the worse nights. Shared body heat made it easier to sleep comfortably. You'd talk in hushed whispers under the sheets. Learning about each other's likes and dislikes, hopes and dreams.

And then you moved your cots together for more space. One sheet became two as your beds combined. Sharing body heat started to feel more and more like cuddling. Goreng's fingers traced patterns over your skin, his hands slipping under your white prison uniform. You'd leave faint kisses on his shoulders and neck.

It was a dangerous thing to admit feelings in this place. But all you needed to do was look in his eyes.