The air in Charles's room remained heavy, thick with heat and the faint scent of sweat emanating from both of them.
Kaira, sitting on the bed with her pillow clutched to her chest, gave off an aroma that, to Charles's surprise, wasn't unpleasant.
'Focus, don't be an idiot,' he thought, feeling heat rise to his cheeks.
"I'm gonna open the window," he said, standing quickly.
Kaira raised a hand, stopping him.
"Wait, I'll do it!" she exclaimed, tossing the pillow onto the bed with a soft Flop!.
She sprang up with her trademark boundless energy and crossed the room to the window.
Charles couldn't help but notice, with a twinge of embarrassment, the sweat mark Kaira left on the sheet where she'd been sitting.
The outline of her butt was perfectly defined, and the heat in his face intensified.
'Damn it,' he thought, looking away. 'Not the time.'
Kaira opened the window with a Creeek! of the wooden frame, letting a gust of fresh air flood the room.
