I looked at Carmen with wide eyes as the knock on the door reverberated through the room. Isabel's voice was unmistakable, hesitant yet urgent. I felt my cheeks flush as I realized the situation we were in—naked and tangled in each other's arms after a night of intense passion.
The room still smelled of our shared intimacy, and the bed sheets were in disarray, a testament to our fervent lovemaking. The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Carmen's tousled hair and the love marks scattered across our bodies.
"Elena, are you alright?" Isabel called from the other side of the door, her voice laced with concern.
Before I could respond, Carmen, still holding me close, raised her voice. "We're a bit occupied at the moment, Isabel," she said, her tone firm and unapologetic.