Nathan – POV 

Gabrielle kept kissing me, while I fumbled trying to gently run my hands through his hair uncussefully. A quiet laugh bubbled out of me, half embarrassed, half enjoyment.

Elliot leaned in and I let him take over while he flittered light kisses along my neck. I stayed close to Gabrielle, caught in the moment. I didn’t want the warmth to fade.

Elliot returned and gently guided us onto the bed. He positioned me so I was lying on my side between them. Gabrielle stayed in front of me, his kiss turning slower, more thoughtful, while Elliot rested behind me, his presence solid and reassuring.

I felt their bodies close to mine, one hand gently brushing along my arm, another smoothing the hair back from my forehead. I closed my eyes and simply breathed, overwhelmed in the best possible way. Their warmth was like a cocoon.

Gabrielle pulled back slightly and looked at me with a soft smile. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and asked, “Is this alright?”

His voice was gentle, seeking permission, not assuming it.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s… nice.”

He kissed my forehead in reply, and I felt Elliot press one to the back of my neck. They didn’t speak, just held me quietly, like we were sharing something important without needing to explain it.

There were no expectations in their touch—just comfort, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in a long time. Their closeness didn’t smother me; it steadied me. It reminded me I wasn’t alone anymore.

We stayed like that for a while, limbs loosely tangled, breath syncing up. The occassional liht kisses flittering over my face and neck. The room felt still, as though time had slowed just for us.

My eyelids grew heavy. Surrounded by their warmth, I let go of the tension I hadn’t realised I was still carrying.

Sleep crept in gently, like a quiet tide. I didn’t fight it as it came.

Wrapped in their arms, I drifted off—peaceful, safe, and more whole than I’d felt in years.