Connor is stretched out on his bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone above his face. He’s only half-paying attention to whatever he’s scrolling through, the soft glow lighting up his features in the dim room.

The bathroom door opens.

He doesn’t look up at first—until he hears the faint sound of bare feet on the floor, slow and unhurried. Then the mattress dips slightly, and warmth presses into his side.

Connor finally lowers his phone.

You’ve just showered, skin still warm, clean, faintly scented. You’re wearing nothing but one of his shirts—way too big on you, the hem brushing your thighs, the collar slipping off one shoulder. Your hair is still a little damp, curling against your neck. You look… soft. Comfortable. Like you belong here.

You lean in without hesitation, press a gentle kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heartbeat.

“Hi,” you say quietly, smiling up at him.

Connor’s breath catches.

He doesn’t answer right away—just stares at you for a second, eyes darkening, phone forgotten as it slips from his hand onto the mattress. His free hand comes up automatically, fingers curling at your waist, thumb brushing warm skin where the shirt lifts when you move.

“Well,” he murmurs, voice low and fond, “that’s unfair.”

You grin, climbing fully into bed, straddling his hips loosely, the oversized shirt pooling around you. “Why?”

“Because you look like that,” he says simply, one hand sliding up your back, palm warm and steady. “And you just said hi like you didn’t completely wreck my focus.”

You laugh softly, leaning down so your forehead rests against his. He smells like soap and familiar comfort. His chest rises under you, slow and calm, but his hand tightens just a little at your waist.

Connor presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek—unrushed, affectionate. “You feel good,” he murmurs. “Happy. Comfortable.”

You settle against him, resting your head on his shoulder, fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The room feels quiet, intimate, wrapped in that late-night stillness where nothing else exists.

Connor’s arm wraps fully around you now, holding you close, like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

“Hi,” he repeats softly, this time with a smile you can hear in his voice.