The rain had started softly — the kind that taps gently on the windows and wraps the house in stillness. You were lying on the couch in his hoodie, legs tangled with his, your head resting on his chest as his fingers lazily traced circles on your arm.

The living room lights were dimmed low, casting a warm golden glow over everything. A playlist was humming quietly from the speaker on the shelf — and then, “I Feel It Coming” drifted in.

You felt him smile without even looking. “This song always reminds me of you,”he said softly, voice low and tender.

You tilted your head to look up at him, eyes meeting his. “Yeah?” you whispered.

He nodded, brushing your hair away from your face. “You came into my life so quietly… and before I even realized it, you were everything.” His thumb grazed your cheek, and the look in his eyes was full of something deeper than words.

The music pulsed gently in the background, like it was syncing with your hearts.

“You are not the single type…” The lyrics filled the room, but his voice was what made your chest tighten.

Pepe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re the only thing that feels calm in this whole crazy life. And when you’re with me, everything else disappears.”

Your fingers laced with his over your chest. Neither of you moved for a while — just slow breaths, quiet warmth, skin against skin.

But then he shifted slightly, pulling you gently on top of him, his hands resting on your hips. The moment shifted — still soft, but deeper now. Intimate. Loving. Like your bodies understood each other without speaking.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his — slow, lingering.

And when he kissed you back, it wasn’t rushed. It was patient. Devoted. Like he had all the time in the world to love you.

“I feel it coming, I feel it coming, babe…” The song echoed softly behind you, but the real rhythm was in the way his fingers traced your back, the way his lips kept finding yours between breaths, and the way he whispered your name like a prayer between kisses.

This wasn’t about grand gestures or podiums. This was the kind of love that shows up in quiet moments — in the rain, in a song, in the way two people hold each other like home.