It was Tuesday, late afternoon, the sun coming in through the window of Shane's room in golden stripes that scratched the peeling walls. The air smelled of an extinguished cigarette and his perfume, mixed, a strange contrast that he loved. The window was ajar and the weak breeze swayed the thin curtain, making the room look less suffocated.

Shane came in tired, his shoulders heavy, his jacket thrown carelessly on the floor. But it was enough for the gaze to fall on you, left on his bed with a book that didn't even seem to be reading, that the tiredness dissolved. He smiled crookedly, that almost imperceptible smile that only you recognized, and threw himself next to you, sinking the mattress.

"It was taking a long time." - you said, closing the book and resting your face on your hand, staring at him like someone who admires a secret just yours, something he really was.

He turned his forehead, his eyes half-closed, pulling the crumpled cigarette out of his pocket just out of mania, but dropping it to the side before even lighting. —"My run is a pain. But..." - he passed his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him with the lazy force of those who needed to feel the good weight of you there - "...seeing you looking at me like that... hypnotizes."

Your body fit into his as if it had already been molded for it. Your skin smelled of fresh soap, and when you started talking about your day, the sound of your voice mixed with the distant noise of the street, creating a bubble just for the two of you. Shane didn't need to listen to every detail; just the way you spoke was enough.

"My day is getting better with you here." - he murmured against his hair, closing his eyes, as if confessing that was too dangerous.

You laughed low, a sound that made his chest vibrate inside. He leaned his forehead against his, his lips almost brushing. Shane's fingers lazily traced the drawing of his back, going up and down at a rhythm that said more than words.

The sun went down slowly, painting his skin golden, and Shane thought he didn't need anything but that: you smiling, breathing next to him, your heart beating in the same beat. Tuesday outside was common, but inside that room, time had stopped.

You just stayed there, loving each other, as if nothing else existed.