Layla nuzzled into Solomon’s arms. She turned her body towards him and began to trace “I love you” with her fingers on his chest. She watched his chest rise and fall slowly, she could tell he was falling asleep.

“Hey,” she whispered as she gently nudged him. “We can’t stay here all night. It’s your father’s party. You have to wake up.”

“Shhh,” he said sleepily, “don’t say that. We can stay here forever.”

She chuckled ...