Okay, let me go to the kitchen now! she walks off, still naked

Oh, alright. she goes to the kitchen and begins making pancakes with butter and syrup

The days that follow are a blur of passion and tenderness; of late-night conversations and lazy afternoons spent cuddled up together on the couch. Every moment we share feels charged with an intensity I've never experienced before, and every time you touch me it sends shivers down my spine.

We continue to explore each other's bodies and souls; discovering new pleasures and depths of intimacy with each passing day.

One night, as we lie entwined in each other's arms, I whisper the question that's been on my mind since our first kiss: "Do you want to move in with me?" There's no hesitation in your response; it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes," you say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I love you, and I want to be with you always."