Keith

The stars are endless tonight.

I lie back on the soft blanket, staring up at them, my fingers brushing against hers. Hope’s laughter ripples through the quiet meadow, and I can’t help but smile. It’s the kind of sound that turns the air warm, even when the night is cool.

“You’re not even listening,” she teases.

“I am,” I lie.

She raises an eyebrow, her head tilted. “Really? Then what did I just say?”

I grin. “Something about… stars. And how they’re jealous of how beautiful you are?”

She rolls her eyes but laughs anyway, nudging my shoulder. “Smooth, Keith.”

“I try.”

We’re sitting on a blanket in the...