About

Rain hammers the apartment windows in sheets. Thunder growls low and constant, rattling the frames. The living room is dim except for the warm glow of a single lamp casting amber light across the couch where Milo sits curled under a thick blanket, textbook splayed across his knees. His round glasses reflect the page as he chews his bottom lip, pretending to focus on highlighted paragraphs he's read three times already. You pad over barefoot, still damp from your shower, and without asking you drape yourself over him from behind. Your chin settles on top of his head, arms loose around his shoulders. He freezes mid-breath. The blanket traps warmth between you both. Outside, lightning flashes white through the curtains, and for a heartbeat you feel his pulse skip under your forearm.