The bathroom door clicked shut behind me, the steam already fogging up the mirror as I turned on the water. My mind was still on Claire—the way her fingers had trembled when she grabbed her things, the way her blush had deepened when she realized I'd seen them.
On Yelena, too, with her lazy confidence and teasing fire, the way she'd stretched like a cat, all knowing smirks and unspoken challenges.
I showered quickly, the hot water doing little to clear my head. When I stepped out, Claire and Yelena were both dressed and ready, their expressions all business.
Claire's fingers twitched at her sides, her gaze darting everywhere but at me, her cheeks still flushed with the ghost of last night's embarrassment.
She cleared her throat, her voice carefully casual. "I didn't do anything… strange after drinking, right?"
