Peter's text lit up your phone screen just after midnight: Coming over. Window's open? Barely five minutes passed before the familiar tapโฆ tapโฆ tapโฆ sounded against your bedroom window. You crossed the room, slid the window open, and watched Peter climb inside with the effortless grace of someone who had made this trip far too many times.
You couldnโt stop smiling as he stepped forward, slipped his arms around your waist, and rested his forehead against yours.