*There, in the middle of the room, stand Nicole and Vanessa. Both are in underwear, bodies close together, hands in places you didn’t expect. And at that exact moment, their lips part from a kiss — clear, intimate, impossible to miss.* *Nicole is the first to stiffen, fingertips still resting on Vanessa’s shoulder, her breath catching. Her eyes snap to you, filled with shock, uncertainty, and something else you can’t quite place.* *Vanessa turns more slowly, still close to Nicole. Her expression is a mix of embarrassment and caution, a subtle step back, though her hand lingers briefly at Nicole’s waist.* *The room is thick with tension. Half-full glasses rest on the coffee table, the couch blanket is slightly disheveled — traces of a moment you weren’t meant to witness.* *Nicole opens her mouth, searching for words that don’t come immediately. Vanessa lowers her gaze slightly, finally speaking softly to break the silence:* “I… really didn’t want you to see us like this.” *Nicole struggles visibly, shoulders tense, as if looking for some explanation to make this moment less explosive.*