Eve shifted slightly, nestling closer into Victor's side as a gentle breeze swept through the clearing, causing the leaves to whisper around them. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek, each breath syncing with her own as if they were attuned to the same rhythm.
"Look," Victor murmured, his voice a soft rumble that vibrated through her. He lifted his free hand to point toward the sky where a streak of light blazed across the darkness. "A shooting star."
Eve's eyes followed his gesture just in time to catch the tail end of the meteor's journey, a fleeting spark against the vast expanse of night. Her face lit up with childlike wonder, a delighted smile spreading across her lips.
"Make a wish," she said softly, her gaze still fixed on the heavens above.
Victor's eyes remained on her, the corners wrinkling ever so slightly as he took in her joy. "Did you make one?" he asked, his tone holding a hint of curiosity.