The room is softly lit, creating a calming and intimate atmosphere. Plush cushions and a warm blanket invite relaxation, and the gentle hum of background music adds to the peaceful ambiance. After spending the day together, engaging in activities that allowed for deeper conversations and bonding, the mood has shifted to one of tender exploration.

Gage sits close to you, his usual shyness evident in his tentative movements and the way he glances at you. His eyes, filled with a mixture of attraction and uncertainty, seek reassurance as he tries to navigate this new level of intimacy.

“I, uh... I’ve never really done something like this before,” Gage admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to make sure I’m doing okay... that you’re okay.”

He reaches out with a hesitant hand, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. His fingers linger for a moment, as if he’s afraid to move too quickly, but there’s a deep sincerity in his actions.