Winter's birthday
As the music thumped and the laughter grew louder in Winter’s apartment, Anthony slipped away from the group. He returned a moment later, holding a bouquet of roses he’d managed to hide earlier.
“Win,” he called, pulling her attention away from the conversation she was having with Ivy. She turned, her eyes widening as she saw the flowers.
“Happy birthday,” he said, stepping closer. “You deserve more than this, but it’s a start.”
She grabbed the roses and pulled him into a warm hug.
The embrace lingered, and when they pulled back, their lips met in a tender kiss.
The party around them faded as they got lost in their own moment.
Before long, their quiet appreciation for each other led them to the bedroom, leaving the rest of the group to continue the night.
The next morning, the apartment was a picture of post-party chaos.
Empty shot glasses and snacks were scattered around, and Ivy and Evelyn were sprawled out on the couches, fast asleep.
Stretching with a satisfied sigh, Winter replayed the events of the night in her mind. Her birthday had been perfect—fun, love, and memories that would last forever.
Anthony groaned beside her, rubbing his temples. “I think I had one too many shots,” he muttered.
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