Moonshine

There's A War Outside But It Can't Get Us Here

He couldn't wrap his head around it—how she could go to sleep with 55,424 unread emails, 829 unread iMessages, and 243 messages from other apps. It was mind-boggling to him. He didn't have a single unread email, and she seemed completely unfazed by the 18 missed calls she hadn't returned. How could she seem so indifferent, yet care so deeply all at once? But the moment a specific name flashed on her screen, she answered immediately, even though she was nestled so comfortably in his arms.

He knew it was one of her teammates. She slipped out of his embrace with a soft apology, her voice gentle, telling him she had to take the call. She even joked about ignoring her boss's call, but not this one. That was just her—an enigma of contradictions. She could let go of trivial things so easily, but when it came to the people who mattered to her, she poured her heart into it.

He admired her, more deeply than he could ever put into words. His love for her went beyond the surface, past her beauty, into the way she carried herself with such quiet strength and relentless dedication. He loved her for her heart, her spirit. It was like she held the world on her shoulders but carried it with such grace that it looked effortless.

As she spoke on the phone, he reached for her, unable to resist the draw of her presence. His fingers traced the softness of her arms, following the delicate lines of her curves, pulling her closer to him. He kneaded her hips gently, almost possessively, wanting her attention but knowing he had to share her, if only for a moment.

Damn, he wanted to take that phone out of her hand and remind her that he was right there, waiting, but he wouldn't. He respected her. More than that, he admired the fire in her—the way she gave herself so fully to everything she did. She was amazing, and he knew it.

Who else would answer a work call in the middle of a moment like this? Who else would pull herself out of bed, out of the warmth of his arms, to face whatever chaos awaited her, just because she was needed? She didn't hesitate. She didn't worry about the inconvenience or danger—she just acted. While the rest of the world slept, secure and comfortable in their homes, she was out there, battling whatever challenges came her way.

And yes, she was selective with her calls, but damn, she knew exactly who and when to answer. When she picked up the phone, her focus was so intense, her attention so sharp, it left him awestruck. It was as if nothing else existed for her at that moment but the task at hand. Every time he watched her, it took his breath away, seeing how she juggled everything with such effortless grace.

She wasn't just impressive; she was extraordinary. And as he lay there, watching her handle yet another thing with that quiet determination, his heart swelled with pride and love. He adored her, every single part of her. She was remarkable in ways he had never imagined, and with each passing moment, he found himself falling deeper in love with her.

"When I found you, I found me."