Both of them lay side by side on the small bed, their soft breaths barely audible, their skin faintly glowing under the dim light.
I wasn't sure if this bed could actually fit all three of us—it was small, cramped, and clearly not meant for this—but I guess it worked out, since we weren't all going to be lying down on it simultaneously. After all, I'd be the one on top of them.
They lay close, shoulders brushing, and hips touching. The contrast between them was impossible to miss because it was strikingly clear even in this soft light.
One of them was still clothed, her uniform still clinging to her form with modesty, while the other wore nothing but her underwear—an adorably cute pair, delicate lace hugging her hips like it was meant to be seen.
Isiliraiellyn's eyes locked with mine, that same cheeky, mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. Zeruel, on the other hand, was beet red, her entire face flushed in deep crimson, clearly embarrassed but too stubborn to back out.
