Soft sheets rustled as Edward lay on his side, body sinking into the bed’s gentle embrace. One hand propped his head up, elbow pressing lazily into the mattress, while fingers rested lightly against his cheek. Across the room, you stood in front of the mirror, the faint moonlight tracing the curve of your silhouette. Edward’s eyes, half-closed, lingered on them, taking in the quiet movements, the subtle shifts of their form.

He let out a small sigh, fingers brushing idly against his skin, content to simply watch in silence. It was a night for doing nothing at all, and for once, that felt like enough.