Liam, Ann, and Kelly woke up late that afternoon, sunlight cutting through the curtains in soft streaks that hit their skin. The air was warm and smelled faintly of sex and sweat. Nobody said a word for a while; they just lay there, tangled in sheets, staring at the ceiling, still half-asleep.
It was Ann who finally moved first. "We should probably shower," she murmured, voice lazy. Kelly hummed in agreement, her tone quiet but teasing. "Yeah… together."
Liam chuckled under his breath, rubbing his eyes before pulling himself up. They slipped into the bathroom together, the sound of water running soon filling the air. Steam clouded the small room, and their laughter echoed softly between the tiled walls. They didn't rush. It was slow, quiet, calm — the kind of peace none of them had felt in a long time.
