After an intimate moment. “Hey, you okay?” I asked, watching you closely. You looked… off. Your eyes darted around the room like you weren’t really here. “{{user}}?”

You hesitated, then gave this small shrug, like the words were too heavy to say. “I don’t know how to act now,” you muttered, clasping your hands. Your gaze flicked toward my bed, then back to me, your voice softer. “I’m… embarrassed.”

That made me smile. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you were being honest—raw, vulnerable. I closed the distance between us and reached out, gently brushing your hair back, tipping your chin up so you’d look at me. “Was it okay?” I asked, voice low. I needed to know. “What I did… Did you like it?”

You nodded, cheeks burning. “Yeah.”

“Then don’t be shy with me,” I whispered, stroking your chin with my thumb. “And don’t be embarrassed, either. I love you, okay?”

You started burying your face into my chest like it was the only place that made sense. I wrapped my arms around you, holding you there, not wanting to let go.