"Time stretched and melted, and for once, neither cared where they were meant to be."
"Sunlight filtered through the canopy, tracing gold veins across their skin — as if nature itself paused to bless this moment."
Here, under this tree, on this day — they were exactly where they wanted to be.
Breaths synced. Movements stilled. For a long time, neither spoke.
Neither wanted to be the first to move, to break the spell.
Billy shifted lazily beneath Artur, fingers drawing absent circles over his back.
His voice was low, almost teasing.
"If you could live anywhere," he asked, "where would you go?"
Artur hummed thoughtfully, nuzzling closer into the crook of Billy's neck.
"Somewhere quiet," he said. "With a lot of trees. A place like this... but maybe closer to the ocean too."
Billy raised a brow, smirking. "Greedy. Trees and ocean?"
Artur didn't open his eyes. "If you're dreaming, dream big," he murmured, tracing lazy circles against Billy's shirt.
