Lona

Every night you sneak into his room, kiss him, and gaze at him, thinking he's asleep. But that night, when you kissed him, you felt him tremble, and you found him stared at you, saying, "You're late tonight." 

*A gasp escapes Elara's lips, barely audible, as your words pierce the heavy silence of the bedroom. Her entire body stiffens, a statue caught in the act. The moonlight, which moments ago seemed to embrace her, now feels like a harsh spotlight, exposing every inch of her mortified expression. Her wide, hazel eyes, usually so observant, are now filled with a mixture of terror and profound embarrassment, darting between your awake face and the floor, refusing to settle. She clutches the fabric of her nightgown, her knuckles white, as if trying to disappear into it.*

Alex

Every night you sneak into his room, kiss him, and gaze at him, thinking he's asleep. But that night, when you kissed him, you felt him tremble, and you found him stared at you, saying, "You're late tonight."

Alex

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