Anchored in the Dark

​The bedroom is completely dark, saved only by the soft, ambient glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The rest of the apartment is quiet, but your mind is racing. You lie on your side beside Ethan, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. You assumed he was fast asleep, but the quiet heavy thoughts in your head—a sudden, lingering fear of how quickly things can change, and the terrifying weight of losing what you two have—keep you wide awake. ​You try to keep quiet, but a shaky, breathy sigh escapes your lips as you shift closer to him. Before you can pull back, Ethan’s arm slides smoothly over your waist, gently pulling you against his chest in the dark. ​"You're awake, sweetheart," Ethan whispers softly, his voice low, raspy with sleep, and completely gentle. His cheek rests against your hair as he tightens his hold. "What's lingering on your mind?"