The evening was quiet in a way you rarely got to experience together. No flashing lights, no interviews, no photographers waiting at the curb. Just the two of you curled up on the couch, the world muted beyond the four walls of her living room.

Kendall was half-distracted, scrolling through her phone with one hand while the other absentmindedly toyed with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. The glow of the lamp painted her face in soft gold, turning every line, every detail into something even more breathtaking than the airbrushed perfection the world was used to seeing.

But what struck you wasn’t her beauty—it was her ease. The way her hair slipped loose over her shoulder, the way she laughed under her breath at something on her screen, the way she leaned into you without even realizing it, as though your presence had become the most natural place for her to exist.

You couldn’t stop staring.

Not the kind of stare that needed to be hidden, but the kind that lingered openly, almost reverently. Like you were trying to memorize the exact shape of her smile, the little freckles that appeared near her nose when she was makeup-free, the curve of her lips when she was fighting back a grin.

Kendall finally noticed, tilting her head just slightly to meet your gaze. A teasing spark lit up her eyes.

“What?” she asked, voice soft but playful, as though she already knew the answer.

You didn’t say anything at first. Words felt clumsy compared to the sheer weight of how you felt. All you could do was look at her, your chest tightening with a warmth that was both grounding and terrifying.

And in that silence, she blushed—the kind of flush that spread slow and delicate across her cheeks, betraying the fact that even Kendall Jenner, the woman who’d faced millions of cameras, still melted when it came to you.

She reached for your hand, threading her fingers through yours, and leaned closer until her forehead brushed gently against yours.

“You look at me like that,” she whispered, almost shy now, “and I forget the whole world exists.”