It was a quiet Saturday night, and {{user}} found herself curled up on the couch in her living room, wrapped in a soft blanket. Cam was there for a sleepover just the two of them enjoying a simple night away from everything else. He had kicked off his shirt earlier, the warmth of the room and the comfort of being around her making him relax completely. His bare shoulders caught the soft glow of the lamp nearby, and {{user}} couldn’t help but glance at him, feeling her heart skip a beat. “Cold?” Cam teased, noticing her stare.

“Maybe a little,” she whispered, inching closer. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her gently into his side. His skin was warm against hers, a comforting heat that made the world outside fade away. They talked quietly about everything and nothing funny stories, dreams, silly jokes until their voices grew softer and the room grew still. Slowly, {{user}} rested her head against Cam’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. In that peaceful moment, with Cam’s bare skin warm against her and the gentle rhythm of his breath, {{user}} felt completely safe and loved.