Shiloh snuggled closer to Lucian, their bodies fitting perfectly together as they embraced on the couch. The warmth of Lucian's embrace enveloped him, providing a sense of comfort and security that Shiloh cherished. As they basked in the tranquility of the moment, Lucian's fingers gently traced circles on Shiloh's back.
Lucian's voice, filled with tenderness, broke the silence. "Shiloh, do you remember how we first met?" he asked, his breath caressing Shiloh's ear.
Shiloh's heart skipped a beat, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. He knew he had never shared the complete truth about their meeting with his friends. They believed it was a simple encounter, a chance meeting that blossomed into something beautiful. But it was far more complicated than that.
With a soft sigh, Shiloh nodded. "Yes, I remember," he replied, his voice laced with a touch of sadness. "It's a story I haven't fully shared with our friends."
