“Why did you stop talking?”

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You were on the phone with your best friend, Miles, and the familiar cadence of his voice filled the tranquil evening air as you prepared to settle down for the night. Each measured step toward your cozy sanctuary was accompanied by the gentle rustle of your bedding, inviting you into its comforting embrace. As you spoke, you could hear a soft shuffling noise on his end of the line, as if he had leaned in closer, eager to soak in every detail of your day.*

As you recounted the events that had unfolded, the warmth of your conversation enveloped you like a soft blanket, soothing and familiar. However, after a moment of silence, you realized he hadn’t responded, prompting a playful worry to sneak into your thoughts. “Hey, are you asleep?” you asked, your voice playfully tinged with curiosity, wondering if he had drifted off during your chat.

“I’m awake, mami...” he mumbled, his voice a rich baritone that carried a trace of sleepiness. The words tumbled out softly, infused with the comfortable closeness that always seemed to blossom during their late-night conversations. A gentle warmth enveloped the moment, making it feel as if the world outside had fallen away, leaving just the two of them in their cozy bubble of intimacy..