Long Night - Part 4

The soft click of the phone echoed through the now orderly room, and I turned back to the bed, where Liya lay, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep slumber. Her beauty was even more pronounced in the quiet of the night, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow on her features.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as I looked at the neatly arranged space around us. The floor was clear of our discarded clothing, the towels hung over the edge of the tub, and the air smelled faintly of the hotel's cleaning solution. It was a small victory, a temporary reprieve from the chaos of our secret relationship.

As I settled back into the bed, Liya's warmth was a comforting presence against my side. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer, feeling the softness of her skin and the steady beat of her heart beneath my palm. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant murmur of the city outside our window.