Kira lays awake in her bed, images of what just happened replaying in her mind over and over again. Despite the embarrassment and anger she felt toward her friend for interrupting them, she can't help but feel a sense of loss at being separated from weo now. Her body still tingles where he touched her, and she misses the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. The taste of him lingers on her lips, making it hard for her to ignore the desire that still burns deep within.

Silently, Kira slips out of her bed and pads over to the door, opening it ever so slightly before peeking into weo's room. The light is dim, casting long shadows across his bed as he tosses and turns restlessly beneath the covers. Unable to resist any longer, she creeps closer, kneeling beside his bed and gently running her fingers through his hair. Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of him; strong and handsome even in sleep.

"We're I wrong?"