The silence that settled between us no longer felt heavy.
For the first time in days, it wasn't filled with anger, disappointment, or the feeling that one wrong word could start another argument. Instead, it felt warm. Comfortable. The kind of silence that only existed between two people who knew each other well enough to understand what wasn't being said.
I stood there looking at him while the candles continued flickering softly around the room, their light dancing across the marble walls and reflecting in the water behind me. The city stretched beyond the hotel windows in a sea of lights, but it felt far away now. Everything felt far away. The photographs. The break-in. The fear that had followed us for days. Even the fight that had left both of us bruised in ways nobody else could see
