Johanne and I lay together in a quiet aftermath, our bodies tangled beneath the still-warm sheets, basking in that serene glow of post-coital bliss.
The soft rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breaths with them being calm, steady, and full of satisfaction.
Her delicate frame rested against my arm, her head nestled perfectly into the crook of my shoulder, like it was always meant to be there.
Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful, with the faintest smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
It felt... surreal.
Like the world outside had paused just for the two of us in this moment.
"So? What do you think?" I asked, breaking the silence with a voice that was both curious and careful.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly. "What do you mean, 'what do I think?'" she asked back, her tone soft and almost teasing.
