Yuna took advantage of the situation for her own sake.
She slowly crouched beside the bed where Ethan lay, leaning her face slightly closer to his.
Her breathing was careful, measured, as if she were afraid even the sound of air moving might wake him.
"This is the camp area," she whispered to herself.
The surveillance cameras aren't pointed here.
They won't know.
You won't know either.
A moment later, Yuna pressed her lips gently against Ethan's.
There was no movement in response. No shift of his mouth, no reaction from his body. Ethan remained completely still, lying flat on his back, deeply asleep.
Yuna lingered there, her lips touching his longer than she had planned.
This was something she had wanted to do for a very long time.
Again and again, she had failed. Ethan's loyalty to his wife had always been an unbreakable wall.
No matter how close she stood to him, no matter how many moments they shared, he had never crossed that line.
