The digital clock on the nightstand glowed red in the dimly lit room. 2:15 AM. The world outside was silent, the city asleep, but in this moment, nothing else existed but the warmth of their intertwined bodies.
She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His arms wrapped around her, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the universe. The soft glow of the streetlamp outside filtered through the curtains, painting their skin in warm, muted tones.
“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness.
She shook her head slightly, brushing her nose against his. “Not when you’re this close.”
He chuckled, his fingers trailing lightly down her spine. “That’s a good thing, right?”
She smiled, her lips just inches from his. “The best thing.”
The silence stretched between them, but it was a comfortable one—filled with unspoken words, shared breaths, and the quiet understanding that neither wanted to be anywhere else.
Her fingers traced invisible patterns on his shoulder, his hand resting on the small of her back. Outside, the city stretched on, unaware of the love being written between tangled sheets and whispered dreams.
Tomorrow, the world would call them back to reality. But tonight? Tonight was theirs.
And at 2:15 AM, that was all that mattered.
