Lamine had always been a source of comfort and warmth in your life, and being here with him, on vacation in Italy, felt like a dream. You two had been dating for a few months now, and everything felt so natural between you. His parents had welcomed you with open arms, and today, they were out enjoying the beach while you and Lamine stayed behind at the summerhouse, just the two of you.

The bed was large enough for both of you to spread out, but you liked being close. You lay on your back, feeling the gentle warmth of the room, while Lamine lay between your legs, his head resting peacefully on your lower stomach. The steady rise and fall of his chest made you smile softly as you absentmindedly played with his hair.

Your other hand rested on your phone, scrolling through social media without really paying attention to it. You could feel the weight of Lamine’s presence, the calmness of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket. His warmth and the softness of his breathing made it hard to focus on anything else.

Every now and then, he would shift slightly, just enough to make you giggle or run your fingers through his hair again. The simplicity of it all—the way you could be together without any words, just the comfort of his touch and your quiet laughter—felt more special than anything you could have imagined. The world outside didn’t matter. It was just you and him, in this perfect little bubble.