You and Marc lay on a blanket, the cool night air wrapping around you as you gazed up at the stars. The sky was clear, scattered with tiny pinpricks of light. You excitedly pointed out constellations, your voice animated as you shared little facts.

Marc watched you, his eyes soft and full of affection. “You’re beautiful when you talk like that,” he murmured, his voice low.

You glanced at him, feeling your cheeks warm. “You’re just saying that.”

He grinned, his hand brushing yours. “No, I mean it.”

You smiled, your heart fluttering as his fingers intertwined with yours. In that quiet moment, under the stars, it felt like the world had slowed down, and all that mattered was the two of you, side by side.