“Don’t even think about turning around,” Florian said, as Violet sat on her bed facing the wall.

He was taking off his uniform to sleep in his underclothes. It was the best deal they could come up with, given what a tight space they were in.

“Trust me, not a problem,” Violet replied, legs crossed and hands holding her ankles. “Are you done yet?”

“What’s the rush? Do you miss my face already?”

Violet fought the desire to roll her eyes. “Yes, ...