The house was quiet. you'd said goodnight. Two doors closed. Two separate rooms. Jonathan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. Murray’s words still echoed in his head. He sighed, stood up, and walked to the door. He hesitated — just for a second — then opened it and stepped out. He crossed the hallway, stopping in front of her door. He raised a hand to knock. But before he could, the door opened. you was already there, hand on the knob, eyes widening when you saw him. Neither of you spoke. Then, almost instinctively, you both stepped toward each other. The kiss came quick — no hesitation, no build-up. Just something you’d both clearly been thinking about for too long. It wasn’t slow or drawn out — just real. And when you both finally pulled back, you looked at each other for barely a moment longer before connecting to eachother again and stumbling back into your room.