"I unpacked my bags."
That's what she said, with all the seriousness in the world and all the bright stars above her head. And then a small, genuine smile draws itself onto her lips and Danny feels all his strength leaving him. He gives up. He can't fight against his feelings for her anymore. Because she looks so beautiful and carefree. She makes it too damn hard not to love her. It's so damn exhausting trying not to love her. So he dives, and finally kisses her.
It's slow, and long, and soft.
It warms her heart. Her hands are shaking when she brushes them into his hair. It's stupid, Sam thinks, but she is pretty certain she could do this—kiss him again and again— all her life. She could learn to love that man.
"Brilliant," Danny murmurs when they break the kiss, his lips still inches apart from hers. "Absolutely brilliant."
Then he pecks her lips and she smiles. So he steals a few more kisses which makes her burst into laugher and Danny's heart swells with pride. Because right there and then, Sam sounds so happy and free, with him, beneath the luminous and cloudless sky and he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.
Eventually, he lies down, and tucks her into his chest as she puts her arm around his waist, feeling comfortable and safe like never before.
He brushes a kiss on the top of her head. "Thanks for taking me here, Sam."
"Thanks for coming with me," she says as a shooting star darts across the night sky and they both silently wish upon it.