BETWEEN MY THIGHS AND HIS PROMISES

There are days you forget. And then… there are days the universe etches into you, like constellations carved into the sky of your soul. Sofi Ember didn’t know she was stepping into one of those days. She wasn’t dressed for destiny. Her nails were bare, her thoughts scattered, her body carrying the dull hum of an ordinary day. And yet—the air was already trembling with something unseen. Something soft. Something sharp. Something inevitable. And then—him. A boy in a grey hoodie, leaning into silence as if silence itself obeyed him. His eyes lifted, steady, curious, as if they had been waiting just for hers. And in that single look, the world hushed. Her heart forgot its rhythm. One skipped beat—then a rush of everything. “Hi,” he said. Just that. A word. A spark. A whisper that cracked the quiet she had been carrying inside for too long. “Hi,” she breathed back, her smile fragile as starlight. And something bloomed. He stepped closer, gentle as dusk, sure as dawn. “What’s your name?” “Sofi,” she said, though it felt less like a name and more like an offering—like she was placing something secret, something delicate, in his hands. He nodded, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, repeating it as if the syllables had always belonged to him: “Sofi.” And then, as if the stars themselves leaned in to listen, he added, “I’m Snacky.” The name slipped into her chest, tucking itself between ribs and heartbeat, strange and familiar at once—like the beginning of a song she already knew she’d love. They didn’t linger long. No hours of conversation, no grand unraveling. Just minutes. Just glances. But it was enough for her heart to fold the moment into memory, seal it with a secret smile, and whisper to itself: This one. Maybe this one. Later, she would replay the day—not for the words, but for the feeling. The way she had felt seen. Safe. Soft. And already aching to know what came next.