"First come, first served. You answer first." Jane McCain mumbled from under the covers.
Allen Rivera laughed, kneading her body over the blanket, "Do you want a concise answer or a detailed one?"
"Detailed."
"A detailed answer would be long. I'll tell you slowly once this busy period is over."
"And the concise one?"
"The concise one is..." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her cheek, "You suit my taste."
Jane McCain: "..."
"Go to sleep, little night owl." Allen Rivera gently patted her and lay down beside her.
In the dim room, Jane McCain gazed into his face, finally giving up on asking further, moving closer to him in silence, and closed her eyes...
To Jane McCain, this was their first time sharing a bed.
One was fully clothed, the other bundled up tightly, squeezed in a narrow iron bunk bed, exhausted, cautious, yet warm and secure.
...
The next day, Allen Rivera got up very early.
