Somethin’ Stupid — Frank & Nancy Sinatra

The night feels suspended — too quiet, too close, like the world has leaned in to listen. Mikey can smell your perfume, feel the warmth lingering between you, and suddenly every clever thing he practiced feels useless. This isn’t a fight. There’s no instinct to fall back on. Just nerves and honesty and the risk of saying the wrong thing.

He wanted to be smooth. Wanted to ease into it, keep it casual, pretend his heart isn’t racing so hard it feels loud. But standing here with you, all that preparation dissolves. The truth presses against his ribs until it slips out on its own.

He laughs softly, almost embarrassed, running a hand through his hair like he already knows he’s messed this up. His voice isn’t shaky — just real. “…I’m probably about to ruin this, but — I think I’m in love with you.” The words hang there between you, fragile and unguarded, waiting for whatever comes next.