I walked in and her crib smelled way better than mine. Just think of any girl’s fragrance. Like flowers and vanilla. She politely asked me to take off my shoes, which I had no problem with.
We settled onto her cozy couch, surrounded by soft blankets and a flickering fireplace. The ambiance was perfect, the mood set for an evening of relaxation and intimacy.
She gave me the remote to scroll through Netflix while she went to get her phone to order the food. It was supposed to snow all night. Michelle glanced out the window with surprise.
"It looks like the storm is getting worse".
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Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, you get snowed in with someone special.