The lights are off. The room’s quiet. You’ve already said goodnight, already kissed her once — maybe twice.

You’re almost asleep.

“…Wait,” she whispers.

You groan, half-awake. “What?”

“One more kiss.”

You roll toward her, eyes still closed, and press your lips to hers. Soft. Familiar. Yours.

You roll back.

Silence.

“…Okay. One more.”

You turn again. Another kiss. This one lingers.

“Greedy,” you murmur.

She grins into the dark. “You like it.”

You do.

You keep going back until the count is lost and she’s curled into your chest, mumbling “okay, for real this time…” as she drifts off