The elevator doors slid shut with a hush, sealing Valeria and Joon-ho into their own floating world. Valeria pressed in against him, shameless as ever, her arm looped tight through his, heels dangling from her free hand. Joon-ho leaned back against the wall, letting out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, the city's pulse still thumping somewhere in his bones. The elevator hummed, rising, and Valeria grinned up at him, a raw edge of last night still gleaming in her eyes.
"Your room or mine?" she murmured, voice low enough to make him shiver.
He only smiled, tugging her closer, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her dress to squeeze the top of her bare thigh. "Don't tempt me. I can barely walk as it is."
Valeria laughed, bright and wicked, bumping her hip into his. "That's not a no. Good to know."
