The room was quiet, bathed in the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp. The rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall filled the stillness, a soothing metronome for the gentle rise and fall of your breathing.

You lay curled up against Kyle, your head resting on his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat a comforting lullaby. His arm draped around you, fingers idly tracing soft patterns along your back. The weight of his hand was grounding, a silent promise of safety and warmth.

“You’re still awake,” Kyle murmured, his voice rough with sleep but carrying a tender lilt. He shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “What’s on your mind?”

You sighed, your lips curving into a small smile. “Nothing, really. Just…listening to you breathe. It’s nice.”

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against your ear. “That’s a new one. Usually, it’s my snoring keeping you up.”

“You don’t snore,” you teased, your voice soft and drowsy. “Much.”

Kyle tightened his arm around you playfully, pulling you closer until your legs tangled beneath the blankets. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, the warmth in your eyes making his chest ache. “You should. You’re my favorite noise.”

He smiled, leaning down to brush his lips against your forehead. “And you’re my favorite everything.”