You’d always kept your guard up. Life had taught you not to trust too easily, especially when it came to matters of the heart. But there was something about Diana that made it impossible to keep that wall intact.

Tonight, the two of you were sitting on the couch, a soft movie playing in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. You were lost in the quiet comfort of her presence, feeling a sense of peace you hadn’t experienced in a while.

She turned to you, her fingers brushing against yours as she spoke softly, “You’ve been so quiet tonight. Something on your mind?”

You hesitated, your usual instinct to keep everything inside kicking in. But tonight… tonight felt different. Maybe it was her touch, or the softness in her voice, or the way she always seemed to see through your tough exterior. You let out a slow breath, your eyes meeting hers.

“I’ve just been… thinking,” you started, voice quieter than usual. “I’ve always kept things to myself. It’s hard for me to… trust people, you know?”

Diana didn’t say anything at first. She just reached over, gently cupping your face with her hand, her thumb tracing your cheek in a soothing motion. She didn’t rush you, and the silence between you two felt comfortable—safe.

“You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready,” she murmured. “But I’m here. Whenever you are.”

You felt the weight of her words sink into your chest, and the protective walls you’d built up for years began to crack, piece by piece. You could feel the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her eyes. This wasn’t just a passing moment; Diana truly cared.

“I guess I’ve been scared of getting hurt again,” you admitted, your voice trembling just slightly. “I’ve been keeping everyone out, even when they don’t deserve it.”

Diana’s expression softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I would never hurt you,” she whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”