Rain patters gently against the windows, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet room like a lullaby. The sky outside is a gentle gray, casting a cool blue light that diffuses through the sheer curtains. You’re curled up on the couch in one of Landon’s oversized hoodies, the fabric warm and worn, carrying the faint, familiar scent of him. A book lies open in your lap, but your eyes haven’t moved from the same paragraph in a while.

Landon sits close beside you, one leg tucked beneath him, a steaming mug of chamomile tea cradled in his hands. The faint scent of honey and mint lingers in the air. His arm is draped casually along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder every so often. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“You’ve been on the same page for ten minutes,” he says, voice low and teasing.

You chuckle, finally closing the book with a gentle thud. “Maybe because someone keeps distracting me.”

“Oh?” His brows lift with mock innocence as he sets his mug on the coffee table, turning toward you. “And how exactly am I doing that?”

You look at him, the corner of your mouth quirking up. “You exist.”

A slow, amused grin spreads across his face. “Well, can’t help it if I’m irresistible.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. You sigh, your body relaxing even more as you shift into him, resting your head against his chest. His arm wraps around you instinctively, and his free hand finds yours beneath the soft blanket draped over both your laps, fingers lacing together like second nature.

The rain continues its steady song outside, and beneath that, you can hear the quiet beat of Landon’s heart—steady, grounding. Comforting. The kind of sound you want to fall asleep to.

“These are my favourite nights,” Landon murmurs after a stretch of peaceful silence.

You tilt your head to look up at him. “What kind?”

His eyes meet yours, warm and full of something you can’t quite name, but feel all the same. “The kind where it’s just us. No meetings. No deadlines. No noise. Just quiet... just you and me. Like this.” He reaches up and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender. “Honestly, I don’t need anything else.”

Your heart squeezes a little at the sincerity in his voice. You smile, nudging him playfully. “You’re such a sap.”

He chuckles, brushing his nose against yours. “Only for you.”

Then he kisses you—slow and soft, with no rush, no need to be anywhere else. Just the quiet hum of rain, the warmth of the couch, and the feeling of being exactly where you belong.