The Last Scene's Secret

Chapter 3: Behind Those Closed Doors

Long before Orm began to see Ling as a rival, there was a time when they shared a moment that could have changed everything. It started innocently enough, with Orm agreeing to one of Ling's many requests to meet. Ling had always admired Orm, her idol, and when Orm finally said yes, it felt like a dream come true for her.

They met at Orm's condo, a place that Orm rarely invited anyone into, a sanctuary where she could be herself, away from the spotlight. The condo was elegant yet cozy, with soft lighting that cast a warm glow over the modern furnishings. Orm had always been drawn to Ling's energy—her passion, her drive, the way she seemed to light up any room she walked into. That night, as they sat across from each other, Orm couldn't help but feel something stirring within her, something she hadn't allowed herself to acknowledge until now.

Ling was nervous but determined. She had finally gotten the chance to spend time with Orm, the woman she had looked up to for so long. The conversation flowed easily at first, a mix of industry talk and personal anecdotes, but as the night wore on, the atmosphere grew more charged. The easy laughter gave way to lingering glances, and the air between them thickened with unspoken feelings.

Orm had always known there was something special about Ling, something that set her apart from everyone else. But that night, she realized just how deep her feelings ran. There was a moment, a brief but powerful silence, where their eyes met and everything became clear. Without words, they both knew what was about to happen, and neither tried to stop it.

What began as a simple meeting evolved into something far more intimate. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither could resist. One moment they were talking, the next, they were lost in each other's embrace. The night became a blur of whispered confessions and stolen kisses, a whirlwind of emotions that left them both breathless.

Hours later, as the night drew to a close, Ling found herself lying beside Orm, watching her as she slept peacefully. The reality of what had just happened began to sink in, and with it came a wave of uncertainty. Ling knew she needed to leave before the morning light brought clarity and possibly regret. She quietly gathered her things, moving slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake Orm. Her heart pounded as she tiptoed towards the door, every step weighed down by the gravity of what they had shared.

Just as she reached for the handle, ready to slip out unnoticed, Orm's voice broke the silence, soft and sleepy. "Ling," she called out, her tone gentle yet firm. "Where are you going, hmm?"

Ling froze, her hand still on the door, her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated, then slowly turned around, her cheeks flushing red as she realized Orm was now fully awake—and completely naked. Ling's eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her face burning with embarrassment.

Orm, sensing Ling's discomfort, reached for a nearby bathrobe and slipped it on. She walked over to Ling, her expression softening. "I... I'm just gonna go home," Ling stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and the remnants of desire that still lingered between them.

Ling made her way to the door, but Orm wasn't ready to let her leave just yet. She followed Ling, her steps quiet but purposeful. "Ling, wait," Orm said, her voice more insistent now. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but... I liked what happened last night. Can we talk about it? Please, Ling, don't just walk away."

Orm reached out, gently grabbing Ling's arm, pulling her back from the door. Ling hesitated, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts she couldn't quite put into words. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and before she could respond, Orm closed the distance between them and kissed her—softly at first, but with a growing urgency that sent a jolt of electricity through Ling's entire body. Ling's thoughts scattered, her resolve weakening under the weight of Orm's touch.