The dim light of the living room cast soft shadows on the walls as he leaned casually in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled from lying around earlier. “I think we still have leftovers,” he said, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I grabbed an old movie earlier too.”

You couldn’t help the way your face lit up, though you tried to downplay it, keeping your excitement in check.

“What, I can’t wear my clothes?” you teased, motioning to the pile on the chair nearby.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with playful mischief. “I liked the making love thing. Just wear the sheet.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you stood and wrapped the sheet snugly around you, the soft fabric draping comfortably as you passed him in the doorway. He watched you with an easy amusement as you settled onto the shabby old couch in front of his tiny telly.

As you tucked your feet under you and he shuffled toward the kitchen to grab the food, a quiet warmth filled the room. The night stretched out ahead, promising nothing extravagant—just a movie, some leftovers, and the kind of simple comfort that felt oddly perfect.