Their relationship didn't rush.
It unfolded.
Slow touches.
Lingering hugs.
Moments where words weren't needed.
He'd pull her close, and she'd rest her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"You make me nervous," she admitted one day.
"Good nervous or bad nervous?"
She smiled. "Good."
He tightened his arms around her slightly.
"Same."
And in those quiet moments, Amara realized something important:
Love didn't have to be something that destroyed you.
Sometimes…
It could feel like safety.