He steps away to switch off the main cabin lights, and I hear him moving softly through the darkness, flicking off each light, even the soft glow in the bedroom. He returns, sliding beneath the covers, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he settles beside me. The cabin's interior is now awash in soft starlight streaming in from the open windows, casting delicate silver patterns across the room, and in the quiet, it feels like we're suspended in a world all our own. Face-to-face, his features are softened by the dim light.
"Does this count as our first sleepover?" he whispers, his voice light, laced with the intimacy of shared secrets.
I stifle a quiet snicker, biting my lip as if we're two teenagers hoping not to get caught.
"We've slept under the same roof before," I whisper back, grinning.