Leo

Firelight The beach was almost empty, the waves whispering softly against the shore as the last light of day bled into the horizon. A fire crackled between them, casting a warm glow that made the cool night air feel softer, safer. They had been friends for years, orbiting around each other like planets—close enough to notice, but always just out of reach. But tonight was different. Tonight, laughter had come easier, silences had stretched longer, and the space between them kept shrinking until it disappeared completely. She held a marshmallow over the fire, her cheeks pink from the heat, or maybe from him sitting so close. He leaned in, his shoulder brushing against hers, his voice low enough that it felt like it was meant for her alone