After the meal, the house returned to its usual calm, but a light and joyful energy still floated in the air. Ezran, always full of initiative, suggested ending the evening with a movie.
"This time, no romantic comedy," he declared with a wink. "I think a good action movie is exactly what we need to balance all this love."
I rolled my eyes, amused. "You and your action movies... All right, but on one condition: no comments every five minutes about the characters' 'tactical flaws.'"
He laughed, raising his hands in surrender. "Promise. But if it's totally ridiculous, I can't guarantee anything."
We settled on the couch, a blanket on our laps. Ezran had insisted on making sure I was comfortable, gently pulling me towards him until I was nestled against his shoulder. He slipped an arm around my shoulders, and I felt his warm breath on my hair, a simple but tender gesture. I let myself relax into this closeness, into the reassuring warmth he exuded.
