Under the covers, Quay and Lien's breath mingles, their bodies close, yet they remain motionless, their hearts pounding like drums. Lien's fingers trace the muscles of Quay's arm, her touch igniting sparks. Quay's hand finds Lien's hip, pulling her closer. Their eyes lock, and the unspoken words hang heavy in the air. Lien's hand moves to Quay's groin, feeling his hardness. Quay's breath hitches as he reaches for Lien's breast, their bodies pressing together, their desire growing with each stolen moment.