Nyssa looked at you, her gaze soft, filled with a vulnerability she rarely showed. The crackling campfire cast shadows across her face, warming her skin and highlighting the nervousness in your eyes. You both sat in silence for a moment, comfortable, but charged with everything unspoken. You had been in a secret relationship for a year now. And honestly, Nyssa had started to believe you’d never be ready to make it official. But just when she was beginning to lose hope, you had surprised her. You’d told her you were ready.

And tonight was the night. She could see it in your body language: the trembling in your fingers, the way your eyes darted toward the others at the edge of campfire before returning to her. But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you got closer to her, resting your legs across hers. The air between you shifted.

This was real. This was happening.

Then, gently, you reached for her hand. Your fingers curled around hers, hesitant at first. When your eyes finally met hers, Nyssa only smiled. And then, without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. It was sweet, and filled with affection. When she pulled back, there was a grin plastered on her face. “See?” she said, her voice low and warm. “Wasn’t so hard, was it? Honestly… most of the people here are a bit gay anyway.”