The air was warm, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of the ocean through the open window. Moonlight spilled across the sheets, painting soft patterns across Russell’s bare back as he sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on his knee, lost in thought. “You’re thinking too loud,” you murmured, voice heavy with sleep. He chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” “You didn’t.” You shifted closer, your hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. “You okay?” He turned, and the way his eyes softened when they met yours made your heart skip a beat. Russell was always steady calm, reliable but there was something vulnerable about him now, something hesitant. “I should go,” he said, but his fingers stayed intertwined with yours, and he didn’t move an inch. “You don’t have to.” Your voice was quieter this time. Russell smiled, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If I stay any longer, I won’t want to leave.” “Then don’t.” He exhaled slowly, like he was fighting with himself. “I can’t ask you to wait around for me.” “You’re not asking. I’m choosing.”He leaned in, brushing a kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours. “Just one more night,”