The morning sun rose lazily over the island, casting a soft, golden light that filtered through the dense canopy of trees around them. The world around them was still and tranquil. After the night they had shared, Angela felt an odd reluctance to break the spell with words. She didn't want to shatter the quiet with noise or questions, instead finding it calming just to be near him in silence.
"No words today too?" his look seemed to ask, a subtle challenge reflected in his expression.
She only responded with a tiny smirk, mimicking the zip-across-the-lips gesture, as if locking away her voice. He chuckled silently, nodding in agreement, and they settled into the quiet, ready to take on a day of gestures and expressions. There was a thrilling intimacy to it, a wordless understanding growing between them as they communicated only with glances and touches, a soft gaze here, a playful nudge there.