Night's POV
I wasn't eavesdropping.
Okay, I was. But not on purpose. The walls were thin. And Sky is loud.
The second I heard her screech "YOU LOVE ME?!" I almost choked on my midnight tea.
I stood frozen in the hallway, mug halfway to my lips, heart knocking against my ribs in the most annoying way possible.
Behind me, I heard footsteps.
Day.
His voice was low. "They finally broke the tension, huh?"
I turned my head just slightly. He looked half-asleep, hoodie hanging off his frame, barefoot, curls messy. His arms were crossed, leaning against the wall like he'd been there all along. Watching me listen.
I gave a small nod. "Guess he cracked."
He smiled.
God, I hated that smile. Smug. Soft. Warm. Like he always knew something I didn't.
"So," he said, "what about us?"
I stiffened.
"Us?"
"Don't play dumb, Night." His voice was gentler now. "You know what I mean."
I tried to scoff. "We're not like them."
"No," he agreed. "We're not fireworks. We're a match in the dark that never went out."
That got me.
I looked at him then. Really looked.
Golden skin glowing faint under the soft kitchen lights. Collarbone peeking out of my shirt—my shirt. The oversized one he stole and never gave back. His hand absently holding his mug, fingertips tapping rhythm against ceramic.
He wasn't smirking now.
He was waiting.
For me.
I exhaled slowly. "You make it really hard to stay quiet."
"Then stop trying."
There it was.
That shift.
Like a tide pulling me in.
He stepped closer.
I didn't move.
"Day," I warned, voice thinner than I wanted it to be.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not like her. I don't explode with affection. I—I'll never be sunshine."
He set his mug down.
Took mine from my hands and did the same.
Then gently, slowly, he stepped in, real close.
His hands found my waist. My breath stilled.
"That's the thing," he whispered. "I don't need sunshine. I already have my sky."
Silence.
Just our breathing.
Just us.
He tilted his head. "So? You in?"
I swallowed. "You already know."
And then—
We kissed.
Slow. Real. Solid.
Like something inevitable. Like gravity.
And I didn't need fireworks.Not when he tasted like home.