Valentia was woken up hours later by the automatic kitchen powering on to prepare lunch. She quickly got up on her feet, frustrated she let herself sleep that long, and climbed the stairs at full speed to violently enter Max’s room. As soon as she had closed the door, she found herself suffocating: it was extremely hot and humid in the bedroom, making the air quite unbreathable. Valentia had to sit on the chair next to the door before she got used to the ambient atmosphere there. While she was recovering, she realized the only light shining and lighting up the room was coming from the bathroom. Valentia’s look detached on Max’s towel he had certainly thrown on his bed earlier. The young girl first thought her friend was lying there, but soon understood it was just the result of shadows and light blending with the folds of the sheets. She then turned towards the bathroom and stood up to get closed to the door. Max was there, naked in front of the mirror on the wall. Valentia remained still, gazing at her partner, contemplating his body still wet. The bathroom light was making water droplets shine while running along his back, rushing from his neck towards his fanny, disappearing between his buttocks. She looked up to stare at his shoulders and arms. Max was vigorously drying his hair with a small white towel. Valentia had always loved the boy’s arms: he was naturally muscled and never had to practice any sport to keep his muscles in good shape. The young boy then styled his hair with his hands and Valentia noticed once again the delicacy of his fingers and wrist. Max had thrown the towel over his shoulder and it was now covering his chest that Valentia could see in the reflection in the mirror. The small bit of fabric, lightly wet, fit closely to the shape of his pectorals. She finally looked up at Max’s face, and realized he was looking at her and smiling through the mirror. Valentia blushed and went sitting on the bed to wait for him. Max had just taken a very hot shower as he was used to. The boy loved the contact and feeling of warm water on his skin. The ambient steam had created tiny droplets on Valentia’s face. She dried herself and followed Max with her eyes as he got out from the bathroom with the small towel around his waist. He had to hold it tight as it was not large enough to cover his body entirely, forcing him to let it down to jump into his underwear and put his pants on. He then turned to Valentia said: “So what?”

Valentia was expecting everything but that question. She was speechless. Max repeated: “Didn’t you prepare infiltration plans?” Valentia suddenly got ashamed of what she had thought Max’s question meant. She got a grip of herself and went for the windows, opened them and let the fresh air come in. She then explained what she had planned, which Max approved of, and the two lovers came down to have lunch with the boy’s parents before they leave.