Moans from the bathroom

Bryce closes his dorm door as he enters his dorm.

Bryce- fuck that was intense, I've never seen Cortney like that...it was good seeing Tara Albright again though..I didn't even know she was here, yet another of my old highschool class's mates I saw Cecilia Henderson, but didn't get to say hi.

(Cecil has short black hair with blonde highlights)

It's silent, really quiet, then Bryce hears a muffled sound. He hears it second time, its a low moan from down the hall, sound like it could be from the couch ed bathroom. He exits his room, and hears it again.

Bryce- definitely from the bathroom

He says to himself, he steps towards the moans, but then stops. The tile floor is cold under his socks, he knows this is wrong, yet he is curious. His heart starts beaten faster, knowing he shouldn't investigate, but turn back and go into his room.

Bryce hesitates, his fingers twitching at his sides. The moan comes again—low, breathy—and his pulse jumps. His socked feet shift on the cold tile as he takes one step, then another, drawn toward the cracked bathroom door. The hallway light flickers, casting jagged shadows. His breath hitches as he presses a palm against the door, the wood cool under his skin. The hinges creak when he pushes it open just an inch—enough to see steam curling in the air, the blur of movement behind the fogged shower glass. A gasp, then a voice, unmistakably Tara’s: *“Fuck, right there—”* Bryce’s stomach knots. He should leave.