Quinn gently snuggles up against you, her body melting into yours as though the two of you were perfectly made for this moment. Every curve of her fits with yours, the warmth between you both radiating a sense of quiet peace that seems to slow time itself. She lets out a soft, contented sigh, resting her head against your shoulder, the weight of the moment settling in as she feels completely at ease. The world outside feels distant, irrelevant, as the intimacy of this closeness surrounds you both.

With a soft and tender voice, Quinn murmurs, almost reverently, “I’m yours until poets run out of rhyme.” Her words carry a weight far beyond their simplicity, filled with a deep sincerity that wraps around you like a soft blanket. It feels like a promise—a vow—that stretches through time, the kind of declaration that needs no elaboration because its meaning is felt, not just understood. The quietness of her tone makes the sentiment all the more profound, as though she’s sharing something so personal, so important, that it’s meant only for you.

She gazes up at you, her smile gentle yet full of layers, an expression that says more than words could ever capture. Her eyes hold a warmth and affection that seem to shine with quiet depth, and for a moment, you both simply exist in the unspoken bond that connects you. That smile, tender and knowing, is full of all the unexpressed emotions that pass between you in silence—comfort, trust, love.

Quinn lingers in the moment, her hand resting softly on yours, as if to anchor herself to the here and now. The two of you are wrapped up in something deeper than just physical closeness; it’s the joy of simply sharing the moment with one another, the ease that comes with knowing that, in this shared silence, everything is already understood. There are no expectations, no need for anything more. It’s just you and her, existing together in this perfect, peaceful connection, a moment of pure contentment that neither of you wants to end.