The kitchen lights were low, casting a soft glow across the countertops, the dishes from dinner still sitting in a quiet pile. Will leaned against the counter, arms crossed, hair messy from the long day, but that signature grin of his never left his face. You stepped closer, brushing past him, and he let out a low laugh. “You just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?”

Before you could answer, he held out his hand, fingers brushing yours, and suddenly, you were swaying gently together in the middle of the kitchen. There was no music, no reason, just the simple rhythm of your hearts and the sound of him laughing softly every time you bumped into him. Will’s tall frame enveloped you easily, his warmth seeping through every touch, grounding you in the moment.

“You always make me smile like this,” he murmured, tilting his head to press a quick kiss to your temple. You laughed quietly, shaking your head at him, but the smile that spread across your face told him everything. His hands rested lightly on your waist, guiding you in a slow, unspoken rhythm, like he was memorizing the shape of you against him.

Time didn’t exist here — the world outside the apartment, the stress of the day, the fatigue from practice and travel — none of it mattered. It was just you and him, swaying, laughing, breathing in the quiet intimacy of a kitchen that suddenly felt like the center of the universe.

When he pressed his forehead to yours, still chuckling softly, you could feel it: the warmth, the love, the simple joy of being completely seen by someone who cared so much. And in that moment, Will didn’t need words, and you didn’t either. Just the closeness, the laughter, and the steady, unspoken rhythm of two hearts dancing their own song.