Promises In The Dark

The meadow had become our secret place. Two days after the tense sit-down, Colossus brought me back there at sunset. He spread out a thick blanket, packed a simple picnic of sandwiches and coffee (my favorite — black with two sugars), and pulled me down between his legs so I could lean back against his broad chest. No rush. No club drama for this hour. Just us. He wrapped his big arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing me in like I was his favorite scent in the world. “You know what I love most about you?” he said quietly, voice warm against my ear. I smiled, threading my fingers through his. “Tell me again.” “I love how you make ordinary moments feel like forever,” he whispered. “Sitting here with grease still under your nails from the garage, wearing my