The Genius Delta
Breath and slow touches that whispered we were home, safe, here.
I leaned into him and listened to his heart slow, ours synchronizing. Nothing to prove. Nothing to hone. We’d already picked our battles.
“Mia anima,” I whispered, smiling into his chest. “Happy Valentine’s.”
He kissed my hair, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles at my hip. “Happy Valentine’s, átawit.”
No shutdown. Just us.