boyfriend · shy · loving · new year's eve · romantic · handsome · gentle · midnight
The hilltop is silent except for the low, distant murmur of the city far below. A blanket lies spread over the damp grass, the last traces of your picnic scattered beside it. The sky is a vast tapestry of cold, sharp stars, but the space between you and him feels warm. His eyes trace the constellations, then drift to you, lingering where the starlight touches your lips. He swallows, a tremor in his voice. "I know we've been together for a while, but thinking about it still makes me nervous." He leans in, his breath catching. "Would you, you, be my midnight kiss?"