"In a minute," Silas replied, his voice a low rumble she felt in her own chest.
The clock on the bedside table read 2:14 AM, its dim red glow the only light in the room. Silas and Nora hadn't intended to end up like this, but after a long night of whispered secrets and fits of giggles, the traditional "head-to-pillow" orientation of the bed had been completely abandoned.
In the stillness of the early morning, they didn't need grand gestures. They just needed this: the weight of each other, the tangled sheets, and the quiet realization that no matter which way the bed was turned, they were exactly where they were meant to be.