The trailer door clicks shut. Outside, the world fades away.

Jamie doesn’t say anything. He just reaches for your hand and pulls you close until your bodies press together. His forehead rests against yours, breath uneven, shoulders still carrying the weight of the day.

“Five minutes,” he whispers. “That’s all I need.”

His hand slides to your waist, thumb brushing softly. You tilt your head, and he kisses you, soft at first, then deeper, more certain.

When he pulls back, his nose stays pressed to yours, eyes closed.

“Thank you” he murmurs, like the kiss did more for him than words ever could. “Needed that.”