We step into the party, and immediately, I feel the energy of the room. The music is loud, and the air is thick with laughter and conversation. Benny’s hand is warm around mine, and I can’t help but grin at how effortlessly we fit together, like we were always meant to be here, in this moment, together.

Benny pulls me closer, his easy smile matching mine. "You look incredible," he says, his voice low but warm, and the way he looks at me makes me forget the rest of the world for a moment. His eyes are full of something deeper than admiration—it's the kind of look that feels like home.

I laugh, a little breathless. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"How could I not?" He nudges me playfully with his shoulder, and I laugh again, the sound of it blending with the beat of the music. We move through the crowd, his presence steady and grounding beside me. I could get lost in his ease, the way he doesn't hesitate to be himself, the way he makes everything feel a little brighter.

We grab drinks, and Benny makes a joke about the absurdity of the drink menu, and I find myself giggling like we’re the only two people here. The night is unfolding around us, but all I care about is the feel of his hand in mine, the warmth of his touch, the ease of our laughter together.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his gaze softening as he watches me.

"Like this is perfect," I reply without thinking, and he smiles in that way that always makes my heart skip a beat.

He leans in slightly, his voice dropping just enough that it feels like a secret. "Perfect is an understatement. You're absolutely radiant."