It was one of those nights where everything just clicked. The music thumped through the club, but all you could hear was Luke’s laughter. It was contagious, pulling you into the moment, making the world feel like it was just the two of you. The crowd around you blurred, and as you bumped into him, your hand brushed his, sparking something electric.

By the time the night ended, he insisted on driving you home, even though both of you had had a few drinks. In the quiet of the car, his hand found yours, your fingers naturally intertwining. The streetlights flickered outside, casting soft shadows on his face as his eyes met yours. For a moment, you forgot everything but the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered.

Because when it was just you and the memories, all you could see was him. And you knew, deep down, it wasn’t just the grand gestures. It was the small things he did that made you fall for him.