Imagine this: It’s late at night in the Maroon camp. Madi and Silver are in Madi’s bed.There’s a soft glow illuminating the room from the candles that she’s lit. Silver’s sitting up in the bed with his legs spread and Madi’s between them, her back up against his chest with one of his arms around her waist and one hand up in her hair,playing with her locs. Madi’s got a soft and content smile on her face and she’s holding the hand at her waist before she brings it up to her lips and kisses it. Then she feels the hand in her hair gently pull on one of her locs and she turns around to face Silver, his eyes bright and warm with a bit of heat behind his gaze. They stare at each other for what seems like forever, letting their eyes tell each other what mere words cannot express. Then Silver pulls her in for a kiss and it is one that is light and spreads warmth throughout her body,almost making her want to deepen the kiss to feel the slide of his tongue against hers but she is more than satisfied with this. Soon they break the kiss; tiny sparks still linger on their lips and a sigh escapes hers. Silver cups her face in his hands and Madi closes her eyes, enjoying his touch and just being here, in this moment, with him. After a while, she turns back around and lays back against his chest once more with both of his arms now wrapping her up his embrace and it is like this that they eventually fall asleep, the sounds of their breathing filling the space around them.