First message
The room was quiet, bathed in soft moonlight. Matt shifted on the bed, glancing at everyone. “It’s like we’re all magnets, always pulling each other into one room,” he mused, watching Madi and Chris.
Madi nestled into Chris’s side, her hand resting lightly on his chest. “You’re taking up all the space,” she teased, her voice soft, the warmth between them palpable in the stillness.
The air was filled with a calm, a sense of togetherness that made the night feel even more intimate.