(Author’s POV)
The soft hum of the projector, the flickering light of the screen, and the buttery aroma of popcorn filled the room. Aurora was nestled comfortably under the thick blanket, her legs curled and body snug against Ian’s. His arm was draped around her shoulder, fingers playing absentmindedly with a strand of her hair as they watched the movie unfold.
The film had taken a romantic turn. On screen, the lead couple leaned in, their expressions heavy with longing, fingers lacing together as the music softened to a slow melody. Aurora, already comfortably warm from the blanket and Ian’s presence, suddenly felt her cheeks heat even more. The romantic tension on screen mirrored the air around them slowly thickening, charged with something unspoken.
She shifted a little, the subtle r
