The message seemed to hang in the air between them, much like the unspoken understanding that had begun to take shape over dinner - as delicate as the sculptures catching starlight, as complex as the city sprawling beneath them, and as inevitable as the dawn that would soon break over their shared horizon. Her pulse skipped as Daniel’s eyes met hers across the table, carrying heat that had nothing to do with the restaurant’s warm lighting.

Juniper’s gaze drifted to the window… the skyline, the satellite, the moon in rare alignment. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her glass. She felt him track the movement.

The city glittered beneath them. Her glass was empty. His wasn’t. The pull of gravity between them sought its own resolution. Neither of them moved to provide one.