Amina and Leila stayed up late in Leila's dorm, the room dimly lit by fairy lights.
"I like it when you talk to me like this," Amina murmured, her head resting on Leila's shoulder.
Leila brushed her hair back gently, leaning close. "I like it when you let me," she whispered. Their fingers entwined, hands tracing tiny, teasing patterns over each other's skin. Every touch sent shivers down Amina's spine.