The thunder roared outside, shaking the windows and your nerves. Hidden under your covers, you tried your best to muffle the sound, but it was no use. Thunder always terrified you—too loud, too sudden, making your heart race every time it cracked. Sleep felt impossible, and the frustration was starting to creep in.

Your phone lit up with a message, breaking through the storm’s chaos. It was from your boyfriend, Johnny Kavanagh.

"Are you okay?" he texted.

"No. I can't sleep, I hate thunder, and I’m hiding in bed," you quickly replied.

A moment later, his response came through. "I know, baby. Do you think you can get up and open the window for me? I’m right outside."