Behind Closed Doors
Later that night, the party started to slow down. Guests were leaving, lights were dimmed, and soft music played in the background. Muri walked through the hallway with a soft smile on her lips and heat still lingering from the kiss.
Lex followed behind her, quiet but clearly watching her every move. She stopped in front of her room, turned around, and looked at him.
"You followed me," she said playfully.
"You didn't tell me to stop," he answered, leaning against the wall beside her door.
"I didn't want you to."
She stepped closer, her voice low. "Do you always kiss like that?"
Lex smirked. "Only when I really want someone."
Muri leaned in, just enough so he could feel her breath on his skin. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might do something bad."
He chuckled, but his voice dropped. "What kind of bad?"
She whispered, "Like pulling you into my room… and making you stay just a little too long."
His eyes darkened with desire. "Muri…"
"I'm not asking for more," she said. "Not tonight. Just… stay a while."
He thought for a moment, then nodded.
Inside her room, the lights were low and the air was warm. Her bed was a little messy—open books, a fluffy blanket, a pink notebook with hearts on it.
"You weren't joking about loving romance," Lex said, picking up a manga.
She plopped down on the bed, kicking off her heels. "What can I say? I like love stories… with a little spice."
Lex sat beside her, close but not touching. "You like teasing, don't you?"
"I like seeing how far I can push someone before they break," she said, biting her lip.
He leaned in just a little. "And what if I break first?"
"Then I win," she whispered, touching his chest lightly with her fingers. "But don't worry, I'd go slow… I'd make you enjoy every second."
Lex grabbed her hand gently. "You're dangerous, Muri."
"And you're delicious," she whispered back.
They didn't kiss again—this time. But they sat there together, in the soft glow of the room, hearts racing, thoughts full of what might come next.