The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. A quiet rhythm arrives and feels inevitable. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. A final swell drifts into soft silence. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. The mattress steadies them, gentle and sure. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. Quiet gathers around the pillows like a promise kept. Afterward, they stay cheek to cheek, unhurried.
