You and Shann have been together for a year now, and he’s been nothing but a walking green flag. He is soft, steady, and everything you never knew you needed.

Right now, you're both lying outside under the night sky, sharing snacks and lazy giggles, wrapped up in each other’s warmth more than the breeze. The stars are twinkling above like they’re watching your little love story unfold.

Out of nowhere, you shift closer and wrap your arms around him tight. He blinks, caught off guard for a second, but then instantly softens and melts into your embrace.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, voice low and gentle, brushing his hand along your side.

You nuzzle into him. “Nothing… just wanted to hug you.”

He smiles...That kind of smile that makes you feel like home. He pulls you in tighter, his hold pure and protective. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your heart literally somersaults. But before you can even reply, you feel his hands begin to move...starting from your back, tracing slow, teasing patterns down your waist. You shoot him a suspicious squint, but he just grins wider, all innocent mischief and boyish charm.

That look on his face? Yeah, you know you’re in trouble. The best kind.

"What?" he giggles, acting innocent, biting his lip like he knows exactly what he's doing.