The room was dark, lit only by the soft blue glow of the streetlights slipping through the blinds.

Aaron lay behind you, his arm draped around your waist, chest pressed close to your back. His breath was warm against your neck, slow and steady, syncing with yours.

He shifted just a little, pulling you in tighter, his hand sliding beneath the hem of your shirt to rest flat against your stomach—gentle, grounding.

He pressed a slow kiss behind your ear, then rested his forehead there. No words. Just the quiet sound of his breathing, the heat of his skin, and the feeling of being completely surrounded by him.

You could feel the way he relaxed—like holding you was the only thing keeping the night still.