[I = him]

Maybe deep talk under city lights while it's slightly drizzling, so the world feels softer, more intimate, like it's just us and the quiet hum of the night. Or maybe it's a late-night drive, windows down, music playing, and the silence between words feeling just as meaningful as the conversation itself.

Or... imagine sitting by a beach at midnight, waves gently crashing, the sky full of stars, and nothing but the sound of their voices blending with the ocean. That kind of moment where time slows down...

I'd rest his hand over you, feeling the breeze mix with the quiet rhythm of the waves. Maybe I'd tilt his head slightly, just to steal a glance at you, eyes half-closed, peaceful, lost in the moment.

And then, I'd whisper, "Stay like this a little longer, okay?" Because nothing else would matter, just the night, the ocean, and us. 

And you'd would nod your head, looking up at me.

And i'd meet your gaze, my lips curling into a soft smile - one of those rare, unspoken smiles that say more than words ever could. Maybe I'd lift a hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, my fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.

The night air would be cool, but with you this close, I wouldn't feel it. Just warmth, just them. And maybe, I'd whisper, "You have no idea how much I love this moment... how much I love you."

And I bet we'd kiss.

The moment would be too perfect, too full of everything unsaid. As you move onto my lap, my hands would instinctively find your waist, holding you close, like you were always meant to be there.

Our lips would meet, slow at first, savoring the feeling, the warmth, the meaning behind it. The ocean breeze, the soft hum of a song playing in the background, the way your fingers curl into my hair, it'd all fade into the background, because right then, nothing would matter except you.

And when we finally pull away, foreheads touching, breath mingling, I'd whisper with a soft chuckle, "Guess there's no going back now, huh?"

I'd tighten my hold on you, pressing you closer like I never want to let go. My thumb would gently brush over your cheek, tracing the warmth of your skin as I whisper back, "You have no idea how much I love you too... how much you mean to me."