It was a quiet night in the park, the kind where the world felt just a little bit smaller, and the sky stretched endlessly above them. The air was cool against your skin as you lay on the soft grass, staring up at the stars.

Beside you, Tory was doing the same, her hand brushing against yours, the contact barely noticeable but sending a shiver through you nonetheless.

It was hard to remember a time before this—before everything had shifted between you. There was something magnetic in the air, something unspoken but heavy, pulling you closer and closer. You both tried to ignore it at first, chalking it up to the chaos of your lives, but now, here, lying next to each other, it felt impossible to deny.

Tory shifted slightly, her face just inches from yours. The city lights painted faint shadows across her features, her eyes glinting with a mixture of hesitation and longing. Her lips parted as if to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, she looked down at your intertwined fingers, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you.

You could feel the tension, the anticipation. But it wasn't overwhelming. It felt right. After everything, after the fights, the confusion, the quiet moments of understanding, this was the moment you had been waiting for. You met Tory's gaze, your heart thumping in your chest.

"Are we doing this?" Tory's voice was barely above a whisper, as if the night itself might carry her words away if she spoke too loud, her eyes darting to your lips.