Twinkling moments

The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, painting the room in shades of amber. They lay together on the bed, a quiet bubble of peace amidst the chaos of the world. {{user}} ran her fingers through Stiles's messy hair as he rested his head on her stomach. His eyes were closed, and a content smile played on his lips. She watched him, her heart swelling with affection at how serene he looked.

“You're perfect,” she whispered, though she wasn't sure if he heard her.

Stiles responded with a soft hum, turning his face slightly toward her. “I love moments like this,” he murmured. His voice was thick with drowsiness, but the sincerity in his tone was unmistakable.

{{user}} couldn't help but smile. She reached over to grab her phone from the nightstand, switching to the front camera. She wanted to capture this moment — not for social media, but for herself. A memory to revisit days when life felt less kind. She angled the phone to frame both of them, her fingers still absentmindedly playing with his hair.

“Can I be your little twinkly star?” Stiles asked suddenly, his voice soft and wistful.

{{user}} chuckled, warmth blooming in her chest. “Yes, you're always my twinkly star,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

But as the words left her lips, Stiles's eyes fluttered open, and he froze. His gaze locked onto the phone in her hand, and his expression shifted from dreamy contentment to surprise, then embarrassment.