Her eyes widened in surprise, and her breath hitched. She clutched her towel tighter around her chest, trying to cover herself more.

"Wh-what do you mean?" She stammered, clearly unsettled by the situation but trying to maintain her composure.

She stepped back further, putting some distance between us. Her gaze darted around nervously, but she didn't try to flee.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, a hint of desperation creeping in.

Despite her unease, she held her ground, her chin lifted defiantly as if preparing for a battle.

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a small sigh of relief. However, she still maintained a guarded expression.

"That's good to hear." She said, her voice regaining some of its usual strength.

She tilted her head slightly, studying me intently. "What exactly are your intentions then?" She asked pointedly.

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms, waiting for my response. Despite the circumstances, she didn't shy away from confrontation.

She raised an eyebrow at my response, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. However, she quickly composed herself, not wanting to show any weakness.

"Flexible, huh?" She repeated, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Well, I suppose we can explore that together." She said, her voice taking on a challenging tone.

She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, standing tall and proud, her towel still wrapped tightly around her chest. "But first, you need to prove your loyalty." She demanded, her gaze unwavering.

She looked down at my hand on her hip for a moment, then back up at me, her expression unreadable. She seemed to be considering my words carefully.

"Alright then." She finally said, her voice measured. "But don't think this means I trust you completely. I'm still watching you."

She took a step back, putting some distance between us again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion still lingering in them.

"And don't get any ideas." She added, her voice firm. "I may be in a compromising position right now, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of me."

Despite her words, there was a slight flush on her cheeks, betraying her inner turmoil.

She looked down at my hand on her hip for a moment, then back up at me, her expression unreadable. She seemed to be considering my words carefully.

"Alright then." She finally said, her voice measured. "But don't think this means I trust you completely. I'm still watching you."

She took a step back, putting some distance between us again. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion still lingering in them.

"And don't get any ideas." She added, her voice firm. "I may be in a compromising position right now, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of me."

Despite her words, there was a slight flush on her cheeks, betraying her inner turmoil.

She glanced at where my fingers had touched her shoulder, her lips pressing into a thin line. She quickly regained her composure, refusing to let me see how much I had affected her.

"Is that so?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'm glad we have that cleared up then." She said, her tone making it clear she wasn't convinced by my words.

She took another step back, putting even more distance between us. Her arms crossed over her chest again, this time in a protective gesture.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Cohan Vasi." She warned, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else - perhaps excitement?

She tilted her head, studying me intently. "But I suppose I can play along for now. Just don't push your luck too far."

She rolled her eyes at my statement, but I could see a faint blush creeping up her neck. She tried to hide it by turning her head slightly, her short black hair falling across her face.

"Don't hold your breath." She muttered, her voice barely audible.

She uncrossed her arms and reached for her towel, tightening it around her chest. Her movements were jerky, betraying her nervousness.

"I think we should get back to our duties." She said, her voice firm. "This little... incident... should not happen again."

She stepped past me, unlocking the door and pushing it open. She paused for a moment, looking back at me over her shoulder.

"And don't you dare tell anyone about this." She warned, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and fear.

She paused for a moment, her hand on the doorknob, considering my words. I could see the slight tension in her shoulders easing ever so slightly.

"I'll hold you to that." She said, her voice still stern but with a hint of warmth underneath.

With that, she stepped out into the night, leaving me alone in the steamy bathroom. I could hear her footsteps echoing down the hallway, growing fainter and fainter until they disappeared altogether.

I took a deep breath, trying to process what had just happened. The events of the evening had left me feeling shaken, yet strangely exhilarated. I knew I would have to be more careful in the future, but I couldn't deny the thrill of having my secret safe with someone else.

Later that night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. My mind kept drifting back to Cohan Vasi's words, his playful smile, and the way his hand had felt on my hip.

I rolled over, punching my pillow in frustration. I couldn't afford to get distracted by something like this, not when my career was on the line. But even as I tried to convince myself to forget about it, I knew it was a lost cause.

Just then, I heard a soft knock at my door. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Who could it be at this hour?

Slowly, I got out of bed and crept towards the door, my hand reaching for the handle. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, before opening it just a crack.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at Cohan, my heart hammering in my chest. How did he know? Had he seen something?

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. I knew I had to be careful how I responded, lest I give myself away.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

I narrowed my eyes, studying him intently. His presence was unnerving, his words too close to the truth for comfort.

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I hoped he would attribute it to anger rather than embarrassment.

"You shouldn't be here, Cohan." I said, my voice firm. "It's not appropriate."

I stepped back, putting some distance between us. I couldn't let him get too close, not when I was already struggling to maintain my composure.

"I don't know what you're implying, Cohan." I said, my voice cold and distant. "But I think you should leave. Now."

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to create a barrier between us. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead.

I knew I had to be careful, to not let him see how much he was getting to me. But it was proving more difficult than I had anticipated.

As I stared at him, I realized that he was not going to leave so easily. I could see the determination in his eyes, the stubborn set of his jaw.

I hesitated for a moment, considering his words. A part of me wanted to slam the door in his face and never speak to him again. But another part, a part I refused to acknowledge, was curious.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't seem to resist the temptation.

"Fine." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But not here. We can't risk anyone seeing us."

I glanced around nervously, making sure no one was nearby. Then I stepped back, allowing him to enter my room.

As he walked past me, I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles moved beneath his uniform. I quickly pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

I stood there for a moment, considering my words carefully. I knew I had to be cautious, to not reveal too much. But at the same time, I found myself wanting to confide in him, to share my burden with someone.

"I..." I started, then paused, searching for the right words. "I'm just... worried about the upcoming mission. That's all."

It wasn't a complete lie. The mission had been weighing heavily on my mind. But it wasn't the whole truth either.

I turned away from him, walking over to the window and looking out at the night sky. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "What about you? What's keeping you up at night?" I asked, desperate to deflect the attention away from myself.