Rain. 3AM. Your Doorstep. (Extended Version) (Patreon)

The door’s already open now.

The rain’s still falling, but I’m inside… wrapped in your sweatshirt, sitting on your couch—closer than I should be.

You ask me to come to bed.

Not with any expectations—just to rest. To share space again. To let something real settle between us for the first time in a long time.

This audio is quiet, intimate, and full of those in-between moments:

The familiar teasing.

The way we remember how we used to fit.

The way our bodies relax before our hearts are ready to admit why.

We don’t have answers tonight.

But maybe we don’t need them—just this warmth. This breath. This bed.