The firewood in the fire closet was burning light yellow and it gave an orange tint just to make the evening even warmer with aesthetic vibes. I was wearing a long creamy sweater with red and green stripes and was snuggling into his lovely muscular arms that tend to fill my soul in so satisfactorily that is literally indescribable. He was in his casuals, the hoodie that we both loved and holding me like his favorite asset of life that he could ever have; rubbing my thighs with gently and kissing my forehead with his lips that were the huge crush of my own. The night was young and it felt so perfect to dissolve like the two pieces of chocolate melting into each other when heated. It meant the world to both of us and there wasn’t anything much more than that to ask for! And then, when the clock struck midnight, we hugged each other and wished, “Happy anniversary love” and there couldn’t be a better moment than that when at the exact midnight, our lips met…