The fairy lights were still on when she slipped off her coat, the room glowing softly in gold and red. Outside, snow fell quietly. Inside, the air felt charged — like something was about to happen.
They hadn’t planned this. That was the thrill.

A glance turned into a smile. A smile turned into closeness. Fingers brushed, just enough to make her breath catch. The music hummed low, the wine forgotten. For a moment, Christmas wasn’t about gifts or promises — just warmth, curiosity, and the delicious tension of now.

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