The blanket was tossed aside. Their naked bodies, still entwined, breathed heavily in the warmth of the room. The rain had stopped. Only the hot steam rising from their skin filled the air with sensation.
"Keita...!" she whispered through trembling lips as he held her tightly, moving gently, as if they were dancing a forbidden waltz. Every touch was slow, intense, as if time had frozen just for them.
He traced kisses down her neck, his fingers drawing along her waist, slowly sliding down, while she pulled him closer, sighing softly:
"Don't... stop yet..."
But just as the wave of touches reached its peak—
KNOCK KNOCK.
"Good evening! Sakura Inn! Is everything alright?"
A polite yet clear female voice.
Yuzuki froze. Her eyes widened, lips slightly parted. Keita froze too, as if someone had stopped his heart with a slap.
"I brought the towels you requested for the bath..." the woman continued.
"We... we didn't ask for anything...!" Yuzuki suddenly said, panicked, her voice changed—quiet but firm.
Keita quickly slipped out from under the messy blanket and got out of bed, trying to find his boxers scattered somewhere. Yuzuki wrapped herself up to her neck, face flushed, breath shallow.
"Just... a moment, please..." he called out with a shaky voice, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Ah, I'm sorry... it was just so quiet, I thought no one was in the room." Then the footsteps faded away.
The door remained still. Silence returned to the room.
Keita turned to her. Yuzuki looked at him, embarrassed—but then she began to giggle softly, covering her mouth.
"She almost caught us... Oh God."
He smiled and climbed back into bed.
"If I were a good student... this wouldn't have happened."
"Good thing I prefer naughty boys," she replied, pulling him back under the blanket.