The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Aaron’s breathing, deep and steady. The world outside was still cloaked in darkness, the early morning hours painting everything in muted tones. You stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of his bare chest beneath your cheek, his arms locked securely around your waist.

“Love,” Aaron muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his lips warm against your skin. His hand slid up your back, his touch light, almost reverent.

You let out a soft hum, nuzzling closer as his body shifted to pull you even nearer, like he couldn’t bear the idea of any distance between you. The heat radiating off him seeped into your skin, chasing away the lingering chill of the night.

Your heart skipped as you noticed the date, causing your breath to hitched. April 24th. His birthday.