For a moment, the two of them lay there in silence, the air between them warm and peaceful. Sharon shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against his before she gently took his hand in hers. She intertwined their fingers, her thumb lightly stroking his calloused skin.
The motion was hesitant at first, as though she was working up the courage to speak. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. "Say... what do you think of our relationship?"
Carlos blinked, his grin fading as her words hung in the air. He turned his head to look at her, his expression thoughtful.
Sharon's green eyes met his, and for the first time that night, there was a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze. It wasn't a question she had asked lightly; it carried weight, as if she had been holding it back for far too long.
Carlos let out a small sigh, his free hand coming up to rest on his forehead as he thought. "Well..." he began, his tone softer than usual. "That's a loaded question, isn't it?"
