You and Heather are sitting on the bedroom floor, your backs against the bed. The afternoon light streams in through the window, tinging the room with a soft golden hue. Heather gently holds your hand, her thumb gliding smoothly over your skin.

"You always get like this... thoughtful when we're together," she says, with that shy half-smile that only she can pull off.

You laugh, resting your head on her shoulder.

"Just because I like being here with you," you reply, feeling a calm wash over you.

Heather squeezes your hand lightly, looking into your eyes. "I... like you. Really."

The silence that follows is comfortable, full of meaning. You don't need exaggerated words, just the touch, the gaze, each other's presence.

She tilts her head, resting her forehead against yours. "Whenever I'm with you... everything feels right."

You smile back, feeling that, right there, in that moment, nothing could break your connection.