Chapter 32: The Gravity of Us

The night stretched deep and endless, wrapping us in its quiet embrace. The wind whispered through the garden, carrying the scent of damp earth and roses, and somewhere in the distance, the world moved on. But here, in this moment, time was ours alone.

You sat beside me on the porch steps, your hand resting lightly against mine, fingers barely brushing. The silence between us wasn't empty it was full, charged, waiting.

"Do you ever think about gravity?" you asked suddenly, your voice low, thoughtful.

I turned my head, studying the way the moonlight traced your profile. "Gravity?"

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the sky. "How it keeps everything in place. How no matter how far something drifts, it's always being pulled back." You glanced at me then, something unspoken in your eyes. "It makes me wonder—what if love is the same?"

My breath caught in my chest, my fingers twitching slightly against yours. "You mean… no matter what happens, we're always drawn back to each other?"

You didn't answer with words. Instead, you turned fully toward me, closing the space between us in one slow, inevitable motion. And then your lips met mine.

Soft, Slow. Like the universe had been waiting for this exact moment, this exact touch. It wasn't just a kiss it was gravity itself, pulling us in, holding us together. Your hands slid up, fingers tangling into my hair, and I let myself fall, let myself be weightless in the space between us.

The world tilted. The night blurred. There was only warmth, only you, only the quiet hum of something deeper than words.

And when we finally pulled away, just enough to breathe, you rested your forehead against mine, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"See?" you murmured. "Gravity."

I smiled, my fingers tightening around yours. "Then let it pull us in again and again."

And as the night held us close, I knew we were exactly where we were meant to be.