The living room's air began to become hot and stuffy, that mix of alcohol, tobacco, and the heat from our bodies made the entire space seem enveloped in a thin mist. The air purifier's low and continuous hum was like the background sound of our heartbeats, the rhythm becoming increasingly rapid, as if urging us into deeper intimacy. My hand still lingered under her purple pajamas, stroking her smooth back, that skin cool like silk, smooth, but when my fingers slid to her waist, I could feel the hidden heat deep in her body, like a volcano about to erupt, building up.