There was no grand confession. Just a quiet evening on the porch. The sky washed in fading oranges and violets. Fireflies drifting like sparks in slow motion.
"I care about you," Jasper said finally, voice soft. "More than I expected to."
Elias already knew. He had felt it in every gentle moment.
He rested Luna's hand on top of Jasper's.
"I feel the same," he whispered.
Their first kiss was steady. Warm. A beginning born without urgency—only truth.
They became a couple the way morning becomes dawn. Naturally.