Cairo sat on the big leather couch in her living room. Cigarette in hand, with a book in the other. The fireplace was lit, and the soft sound of rain tapping against the windows outside. She was typing on her laptop, resting it on your back as you were lying between her legs, with your head on her chest and your arms around her small torso.

"Are you sleeping, darling?"

She whispers in a loving voice, running her fingers through your hair, smiling and leaving a sweet kiss on your head. It was dark out— a dark, stormy night as the fire and the laptop's light were the only things lighting up the room, as well as the small flashes of lighting outside with thunder. You've been in a relationship for a few months, and she loves you so much— much more than she wants to show