It took us a little while to fully let go but once we did, there was no stopping us.

The bathtub was warm, but we were warmer.
Beanies still on, sweaters clinging to our skin because it's cold outside -- yet somehow the air between us kept heating up with every touch, every look, every teasing smile.

At first it was just soft laughter and playful splashes.
Then came the kiss battle.

Slow, lingering kisses.
Teasing pecks that turned into deeper, hungrier ones.
The kind that make you forget where you are.

We kept pretending to stay cozy and covered, but the tension between us was slowly undressing the moment. Layers didn't matter anymore. The warmth wasn't just physical -- it was that electric closeness, the way our bodies naturally leaned into each other, the way our hands explored without rushing.

There's something irresistible about being wrapped up against the cold while your chemistry burns hotter and hotter underneath.

And this?
This was only the beginning.

More kisses.
More heat.
More moments where breathing gets a little heavier and the world fades away.