Chloe
The night carried on in a warm blur of laughter and love, the kind that sinks into your bones and stays there. Everywhere I looked, families were reconnecting—old wounds stitched together with shared meals, shared stories, shared hope. We were healing. Not alone. Together. And that made all the difference.
I stood in front of Elijah, his hands firm on my hips, grounding me. His face nuzzled into my neck, breath warm against my skin, familiar in the way that made my heart ache with gratitude. Every touch from him felt intentional, like he was reminding me—you’re safe, you’re mine, we’re here.
The wine had me feeling light and loose, my thoughts drifting lazily as the music wrapped around us. I swayed my hips back against him, slow and teasing, smiling when his grip tightened just a
