Despite the covers enveloping them, the world outside seemed to fade away.
Underneath the weight of the blanket and Ross's presence, Lily felt an unexpected calmness—a sense of safety and comfort she hadn't anticipated.
Ross smiled down at her, the light in his eyes gentle yet filled with quiet promise.
He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Then, with deliberate tenderness, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers.
The kiss was slow and sweet, a delicate beginning that spoke of patience and care.
It sent a warm shiver down Lily's spine, stirring something deep within her—nervous excitement mingling with a blossoming trust.
"Are you ready?" Ross whispered against her lips, his voice low and reassuring.
Lily nodded, her heart pounding but steady.
In that moment, surrounded by darkness and warmth, the uncertainty melted away, replaced by something new and quietly beautiful.
