I rest my face close to yours and listen. Not to your words, but to the quiet rhythm beneath your skin. There is a softness here, in the space between our breaths. Your warmth moves slowly into me, like silk drawn across bare shoulders. I don’t need you to hold me tighter. This closeness is already enough. In the hush between heartbeats, I feel it a pulse that is no longer only yours. It is ours now.