The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, warming the room and catching the dust motes that dance in the light. You slip past the island, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes, feeling Henry’s grin and heartbeat quicken behind you. He chases you, breath steady but fast—not just from the run, but from the way your laughter fills the space, bright and intoxicating.

Just as you try to slip away, his hand closes gently around your wrist. Your eyes meet in the quiet kitchen.

“You’re impossible to catch,” Henry says softly, a playful smile teasing his lips.