Rain whispered against the window as she looked at him, lips trembling with a secret. “I’ve been thinking about something,” she said softly. “Something I’ve wanted to tell you… but didn’t know how.” He met her gaze, calm but curious. “Tell me.” Her breath caught. “It’s a fantasy,” she whispered. “Something I can’t stop imagining.” Silence stretched — thick, charged. He reached for her hand. “Then tell me everything.”