I glanced out of the window, feeling a sense of awe at the sheer beauty of it all. The snow piled up outside, turning the world into a winter wonderland.
But it wasn't just the snow that took my breath away; it was the way Michelle looked at me every time I talked. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of desire and affection.
We got to know each other more while we made the food. I told stuff I don’t usually talk about, and vice versa. And that’s when I knew that this night was about more than just Netflix and chill.
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