Before I left my house, I bundled up in my coat and beanie. Even though I was driving it was crazy cold out. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness.
Every time we have gone out in the past, it was with friends. There was something special about spending the night with her, something that made my heart race with every step I took toward her apartment.
Our first time alone. When I arrived at Sarah's doorstep, she greeted me with a warm smile and a hug that sent a shiver down my spine.
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