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Rain tapped softly against the windows, filling the apartment with a steady, soothing rhythm. The room was dimly lit, save for the warm glow of the lamp beside the couch. Shadows stretched lazily across the walls, and the occasional sweep of headlights slipped through the curtains, briefly illuminating the room before disappearing again.
I’m lying on the couch, trying to relax while Tyler reads a romance novel aloud, my head resting in his lap.
This is all happening because I’m terrible at hiding my feelings.
Tyler had just gotten out of the shower, intending to spend the rest of the evening sprawled across the couch and paying attention to absolutely nothing.
That was what he was going to do, anyway.
“Move over. Leave some room for me.” He nudges my shoulder, and I shift toward the opposite end of the couch to make space.
Tyler drops down beside me, still rubbing his damp hair with a towel. He smells like our soap—roses, with something faintly smoky underneath. A scent that’s unmistakably him.
The rain grows heavier outside, drumming against the glass.
He glances at me, a book in hand. “What?”
I answer quietly. “Nothing.”
I’m looking down at my hands.
His gaze follows mine, settling on the unmistakable, half-healed wounds across my knuckles from Fight Club.
He slowly moves closer to me. “Bullshit.”
My eyes are red and puffy, stinging from tears I’ve been trying not to shed. I’ve barely been able to sleep lately. There’s a plum-colored bruise beneath one of my eyes, swollen enough to leave it nearly shut.
Tyler’s thumb brushes gently beneath it.
My eyes flutter closed, and I almost melt beneath his touch.
For a moment, I want to forget everything. The pain. The exhaustion. The nights spent staring at the ceiling while the hours crawl past, each one feeling longer than the last.
I just want to sink into him and let him take care of me. “Don’t lie to me, Jack.”
“I’m not.” But I was. I was lying. I wasn’t going through nothing.
In fact, it felt like I was going through everything at once.
The rain continued to fall, filling the silence between us.
I frowned when Tyler’s thumb left my face. He picked up the book again, carefully turning the pages. The scent of old paper drifted through the room, mingling with the lingering warmth of his shower.
Then he patted his lap. “Come here.”
“What?” I asked, trying, and failing to gently wipe my tears away.
Tyler looked up from the book. “Are you deaf now, too?”
I glanced at his lap, then slowly back at him. “You want me to—?”
I swallowed, wiping my face again. “You’re going to read to me?”
“No, I’m going to sit here and admire the book, obviously.” We both let out a small laugh. It was quiet and almost swallowed by the rain.
Tyler gave me a satisfied look and patted his lap again. “Come on.”
I hesitated for a moment before slowly shifting closer. Tyler moved the book aside, giving me room, and I carefully lowered my head onto his lap.
The moment I settled against him, his hand found my hair.
I instinctively jerked in surprise, but Tyler paid no mind to it. His fingers simply slowed, brushing gently through my hair as though he hadn’t noticed the way I’d flinched.
“Comfortable?” he asked, starting to run his hand through it.
I nodded slowly. “Good,” he said in return.
He looked at the book again and I stayed quiet.
Tyler gently worked his fingers through my hair, stopping whenever he encountered a knot. He’d pause to loosen it carefully before continuing to read, his touch so patient that it almost didn’t feel like him.
Outside, the rain drummed steadily against the windows.
I closed my eyes, listening to the story he tenderly read to me.
His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “His heart pounded as he stepped closer to her…”
I was barely awake, occasionally opening one eye to look up at him.
He just kept reading, slowly untangling the knots in my hair.
For once, I didn’t feel the need to hide how tired I was. I could finally let myself melt into his lap, allowing the exhaustion to settle over me without fighting it.
It was embarrassing, maybe even pathetic, to admit how much I’d longed for Tyler to hold me like this.
When his voice turned this quiet, this patient, this gentle, I couldn’t help the way it made me feel.
There was something almost unbearable about it.
Tyler wasn’t supposed to be gentle. Not like this. Not with me.
And yet, here I was, lying in his lap while he read some ridiculous romance novel and combed his fingers through my hair as though he had nowhere else to be.
It felt like time had stopped. Like I could finally have a moment of peace. No office, no co-workers, no Fight Club…
Just Tyler and me.
But not in the aspect of vandalizing streets together, or going out to sell our soap and make extra money, or going to Fight Club and watching each other wince through the pain.
Just a quiet night. A quiet night that I hated to admit I was enjoying this much.
His voice felt like a soft, warm blanket wrapped around me, and every time his fingers moved through my hair, I found myself sinking a little deeper into the couch.
I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want the rain to stop. I didn’t want him to stop reading.
For once, there was nothing I needed to prove. Nothing I needed to fight. Nothing I needed to pretend I could handle on my own. I could just lay there and listen to him.
I let myself sink further into his lap, my eyes growing heavier as the rain continued tapping against the windows.
Tyler kept reading.
I wasn’t really listening anymore. His voice had become something soft and distant, blending with the rain and the occasional rustle of a page turning.
My thoughts drifted.
I thought about how tired I was. About how nice it felt to be here, with him, without having to worry about anything else.
I wondered if I could stay like this forever.
Then, somewhere between one thought and the next, I heard him speak. “I love you.”
I answered instinctively. “I love you too, Tyler.”
The words left my mouth before I had a chance to think about them.
For a moment, there was only the sound of rain. Tyler had stopped reading.
I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me. What?” I asked, confused.
His mouth twitched into a crooked smile. “Nothing.”
“What?” I frowned slightly, still half-asleep.
He glanced down at the book, then back at me. “Nothing, Jack.”
It took me a moment to realize that Tyler hadn’t been speaking to me at all.
He was still holding the book open, his finger resting between the pages.
He started reading again.
I slowly lifted my head from his lap, blinking up at him. “Wait.”
Tyler glanced down at me, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
I looked at the book, then back at him. “That was from the book?” My voice cracked embarrassingly.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Congratulations.”
I frowned, still trying to process what had just happened.
My face began to heat up as the realization settled in.
He hadn’t said it to me. He hadn’t even been looking at me.
I’d just been so lost in my own thoughts that I’d mistaken a line from some ridiculous romance novel for something Tyler had actually said.
“Oh my God,” I muttered, covering my face with one hand.
Tyler let out a quiet laugh, leaning back against the couch. “What?” he asked, sounding far too amused.
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “Forget about this, okay?”
I looked away, wishing the couch would just swallow me whole.
Tyler studied me for a moment.
The amusement in his expression softened, though I could still see it lingering in his eyes. “Sure, sweetheart.”
I let out a quiet breath, lowering my head back onto his lap.
For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.
Then Tyler’s fingers returned to my hair. So I closed my eyes again, my face still warm.
The rain continued tapping against the windows, and Tyler resumed reading as though nothing had happened.
But this time, I made sure to pay attention to every word. At least, I tried to.
My face was burning, and I could feel Tyler’s fingers moving lazily through my hair. Every now and then, he’d pause to untangle another knot, his thumb brushing lightly against my scalp before continuing.
I stared at the ceiling.
The room had grown quieter. The rain had softened into a gentle patter against the windows, and the lamp beside the couch cast a warm glow over Tyler’s hands and the open book.
I thought about what I’d said. I love you too, Tyler.
It had come out so naturally, so easily. That was the problem.
I swallowed, shifting slightly against his lap. “Tyler?”
“Yeah?” He hummed, his eyes still on the page.
I hesitated, the question felt stupid. Embarrassing. Something I should have been able to figure out without asking.
But I’d never been particularly good at figuring out what Tyler wanted from me. “Do you love me?”
His fingers stopped in my hair.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rain.
Tyler slowly lowered the book, looking down at me. “What?”
I immediately regretted asking. “Never mind.”
I started to sit up, but his hand settled gently against my shoulder. “Hey, hold on.” I stopped.
Tyler studied my face, his expression difficult to read. The usual amusement had disappeared, replaced by something quieter. “You’re asking me if I love you?”
I looked away. “I don’t know. I just—”
I swallowed, picking at a loose thread on his sweatpants.
“You were reading that part, and I thought you were saying it to me, and then I said it back, and…” I trailed off, feeling increasingly ridiculous.
Tyler glanced at the book, then back at me. “Jesus, Jack.”
“What?” I frowned.
He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You really are a mess, aren’t you?”
I looked away again. “Forget it.”
His hand returned to my hair, gently brushing it away from my forehead.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he leaned back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” I blinked.
Tyler glanced down at me. “Yeah, I love you.”
The words were so simple that I almost didn’t know what to do with them.
I stared at him.
He raised an eyebrow. “What? You want me to write you a poem?”
A laugh escaped me, shaky and quiet. “No—”
I smiled, but it faded quickly. “Are you sure?”
Tyler’s expression softened. He set the book down on the armrest and looked at me properly. “Jack.”
I met his eyes. “I’m sure,” he continued.
Something in my chest loosened.
I hadn’t realized how badly I’d needed to hear it until then.
Tyler’s thumb brushed beneath my bruised eye again, careful this time.
“You don’t have to keep asking me if you don’t believe it yet,” he murmured. “I’ll tell you again. Anytime.”
My throat tightened.
I lowered my head back onto his lap, hiding my face against him.
Tyler’s hand moved through my hair.
After a moment, he picked up the book again.
“Now, where was I?”
I let out a small laugh. “You were at the part where they said they loved each other.”
Tyler glanced down at me. “Yeah? Funny coincidence.”
“Shut up.” I closed my eyes, smiling faintly.
He turned the page, and when he started reading again, his voice settled back into the quiet rhythm of the room.
I listened for a while, letting the words wash over me.
Every now and then, his fingers moved through my hair, stopping whenever they caught on another knot.
He never seemed annoyed by it.
He never tugged too hard or complained about how long it took. He just worked at each knot until it loosened, then continued as though he had all the time in the world.
I didn’t know how he did that.
Tyler wasn’t a patient man, he hated waiting, he hated being told no, he hated just about anything that stood between him and whatever he wanted.
And yet, here he was, sitting beneath the dim light of our living room, reading some ridiculous romance novel while carefully untangling my hair.
For me.
I appreciated it more than I knew how to express. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t make me feel like a burden.
He didn’t ask me to explain every little thing weighing on my mind, or grow frustrated when I couldn’t find the words.
He simply stayed beside me, letting me take my time.
I swallowed, feeling a familiar tightness in my chest, I wasn’t used to this kind of patience, I wasn’t used to someone noticing how tired I was and deciding that I deserved a little gentleness anyway.
Tyler’s fingers found another knot, and he carefully worked it loose.
I closed my eyes.
The rain continued to fall outside, and his voice carried on above me, soft and steady.
For once, I didn’t feel like I had to earn the comfort I was being given, I could simply lay there and let him take care of me.
And I think that was what I appreciated most, not the romance novel, not the way he ran his fingers through my hair, not even the fact that he’d told me he loved me. It was the way he stayed.
The way he made room for me beside him, even when I had nothing to offer but exhaustion and a head full of things I couldn’t explain.
The way he never asked me to be anything other than what I was in that moment.
Tired, bruised, a little broken. And still worth holding.
The rain softened against the windows, Tyler turned another page.
I felt myself drifting again, the steady rhythm of his voice pulling me toward sleep, this time, I didn’t fight it.
I let my eyes close, letting the warmth of his lap, the scent of roses and smoke, and the gentle movement of his fingers settle around me.
For once, I didn’t need to think about tomorrow.
I didn’t need to think about the office, or Fight Club, or the things waiting for me when morning came.
I didn’t need to pretend I was fine, I could listen to Tyler read, I could let him love me, and, for one quiet night, that was enough.
I am Jack’s quiet moment of peace.