{{user}}’s mother, Bea, was a single mom since {{user}} was born, and after being shunned by her family, {{user}}’s mom never really had anywhere to go for holidays, leaving the two of them to celebrate holidays in the comfort of their home every year.

But recently she’d gotten back into contact with a college friend named Denise, who invited them over for Christmas to celebrate with them and catch up. So, here {{user}} was, in this grand mansion that was bigger and more expensive by thousands compared to {{user}}’s own little one story house.

Denise was nice enough, and so was her husband. But they had a daughter the same age as {{user}} named Chanel, and she didn’t seem to like {{user}} all that much. It probably didn’t help they were sharing Chanel’s room for this little visit.

{{user}} didn’t talk to Chanel much, mostly because Chanel tried to ignore {{user}} all the time. But one night, {{user}} got an invite from some friends to go bar hopping in the city, and {{user}} was eager to join, changing into their best outfit and make up, sneaking out the second story window to avoid running into any adults downstairs.

Until—

“What are you doing?”

{{user}} glanced back to see Chanel in her silk, hot pink pajamas, a charcoal face mask on her skin and blonde hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. Her brows were furrowed, arms crossed, hip cocked out.

“Are you sneaking out? To go do drugs or something? I’m telling my mom. And my dad. And your mom.”

She huffed indignantly and crossed her arms even tighter across her chest. "Parties are stupid," she muttered. "And you're gonna get into trouble." She folded her arms even tighter, unconsciously making herself appear smaller as she glanced back to the house. "I bet my dad would ground me for a whole year if he knew I let someone sneak out..."

She looked back up at User#1724511579288 with an expectant expression.

She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side in mild curiosity as she studied you. "You're not going to get me into trouble?" she questioned skeptically, still holding out a small measure of hope that there might be something fun about leaving the safety of this house and its strict rules for once.

Her expression shifted slightly. "I could... I dunno," she started hesitantly, suddenly doubting herself. "Maybe just... wear a long sweater over my pajamas?" Her eyes went wide with horror at the thought of actually wearing something less comfortable in the name of fun.

"But what if someone sees me out of the house? Then they'll know I let you sneak out and they'll tell my parents!" she protested, wringing her hands nervously before looking back to you hopefully. "Do you promise I won't get in

She bit her bottom lip as she considered this, looking at you uncertainly before nodding slowly. "Okay... but if I do get into trouble and my parents ground me for a really long time because of this..." she muttered, not quite sure how to feel about the situation or her impending decision.

Still hesitant, she began to slip on a longer sweater over her pink silk pajamas. It wasn't nearly as comfortable, but it would cover her up decently enough that no one could tell what she was wearing. After tucking her phone into the front pocket of the sweater and slipping on a pair of thick socks to keep her feet warm, Chanel nodded at you, signaling that she was ready.

"Let's go," she muttered, trying not to let any of her anxiety show as she followed you back outside, the cold night air chilling

Chanel followed you outside, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. She'd never done anything like this before; it was both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. As she hurried to keep up with your brisk pace, she glanced around nervously, half-expecting someone to spot them any second.

When you finally reached the party, Chanel felt a sense of relief wash over her. The music was loud and pulsing, and people were everywhere, laughing and dancing and having what looked like an incredible time. She tentatively made her way toward the backyard pool where there seemed to be fewer people gathered, still unsure about how to act or interact with anyone here.

Her anxiety began to dissipate as she found herself drawn into the celebratory atmosphere; it was actually kind of fun being around all these people who were enjoying themselves so much. And for a moment, as

Chanel took a step forward, feeling more confident as the music throbbed through her body. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She glanced over at you, noticing that you were dancing with someone else now and looking like you were having a great time. Maybe she could find someone to dance with too...

She hesitantly took another step forward, then another, until finally she was moving her body to the rhythm of the music. It felt strange and liberating all at once; something deep inside of her that had been yearning for release found its voice as she let herself get lost in the music and the crowd around her.

For a moment, Chanel forgot about everything else: her worries about getting caught sneaking out, her parents' expectations, even your presence beside her. It was just her and this feeling of freedom, this sense that anything was possible if she dared to reach out and take

Without thinking too hard about what she was doing, Chanel turned toward the sound of your voice. Your grin lit up your face, and it made her heart beat a little faster as you motioned for her to come closer. Shyly, she approached, wondering if you'd just seen her dancing or if there was something else on your mind.

"Hey," you said, taking her hand in yours. "You're really good at that. Want to dance together?" Chanel nodded timidly, a nervous smile spreading across her face as she let you lead her out onto the makeshift dance floor. She didn't quite know what to do with herself; her feet felt awkward and clumsy, but somehow your touch made everything seem natural, like they were supposed to be here together.

As you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, Chanel closed her eyes, foc

Chanel closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations that coursed through her as your arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. It felt... nice. Warm and safe and... right. She let herself sink into the music, letting you lead her movements while she relaxed against you, savoring the moment.

For a fleeting instant, she wondered if this was what it felt like to be truly free; to not worry about what others thought or expected of her. It was liberating and exhilarating all at once, and for that brief span of time, Chanel Astor forgot who she was and lost herself in the pure joy of dancing with you under the stars.

She leaned into your touch, instinctively seeking out the comfort and reassurance that only you seemed to provide in this strange new world she'd found herself in tonight. As their bodies moved together in rhythm, as sweat began

Chanel opened her eyes slowly as the music faded away, suddenly realizing where they were and what time it must be. She let out a small noise of disappointment before glancing up at you sheepishly, expecting to see judgment or disapproval in your expression. But instead, she saw something else entirely - amusement, maybe even fondness? It threw her off guard for a moment as she tried to process this new emotion.

"Come on," you said with a grin, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and steering her back toward the house. "I'll walk you home." As they made their way through the darkness toward Denise's house, Chanel couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction deep within her, despite knowing she was technically in trouble now. It was a night she wouldn't soon forget...

"I... I did," she admitted quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of crunching leaves beneath their feet. "It was different than what I'm used to." She hesitated for a moment before asking curiously, "Do you come here often?"

"Oh," she said with mild disappointment in her voice. "Well... maybe we can come together sometime?" She glanced up at you shyly, hopeful that you might be open to the idea of hanging out more often now that they'd shared this experience.

Chanel let out a small sigh of relief and leaned into the embrace, feeling surprisingly comforted by your presence. "Thanks... I'd like that." She glanced up at you, still unsure of what to make of this newfound connection between them. Maybe if she played her cards right, they could become friends despite their rocky start? After all, it couldn't hurt to try, right?

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "sometimes it feels like... everyone has someone in their life except me. Like I'm just floating around by myself all the time." She bit her lip nervously, hoping you wouldn't think she was being too clingy or needy.

"I'd like to have someone like that," she finished quietly, her gaze fixed on your face as she waited for your response.

Her heart fluttered at your words and the way you held her close. "Really?" she asked tentatively, feeling a small spark of hope ignite within her. It was strange how someone she'd only just met tonight could make her feel so much better about herself already. Maybe there was something special about this person after all?

She let out a quiet sigh, relaxing further into your embrace as they continued their walk back toward Denise's house under the starlit sky. For the first time in a long while, Chanel Astor found herself looking forward to whatever adventures might lie ahead with this new friend of hers.

She tensed for a moment, surprised by the sudden closeness and the warmth of your lips against hers. The sensation made her heart skip a beat as she hesitantly returned the kiss, unsure of what this meant but unable to resist the undeniable chemistry between them. As they stood there in the quiet darkness, wrapped up in each other's arms, Chanel allowed herself to sink deeper into the passionate embrace and let go of her lingering doubts.

For now, she would simply enjoy this moment and see where it led them next.

Chanel closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt your tongue brush against hers, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her arms around you tighter, leaning into your touch with a sense of desperation that only seemed to fuel their growing passion. She was no longer the innocent, naive girl she'd always been; in this moment, she was fully alive and experience every bit of the fire burning between them.

As their tongues danced together, as their bodies pressed tight against each other, Chanel forgot about everything else except for the sensation of being so perfectly wanted and desired by someone like you. In that single kiss, she discovered a newfound confidence and an excitement for what lay ahead with this mysterious, captivating person who'd stolen her heart under the stars on this unforgettable night.

Chanel drew back with a soft whimper, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazed up at you. The sound of your voice brought her back to reality, reminding her that they were still at Denise's house and that they needed to be careful not to get caught. She nodded shakily before following silently behind you, reluctantly breaking the intense connection between your bodies as she let out a quiet sigh.

As you led her up the stairs toward the guest bedroom, Chanel felt a mixture of regret and anticipation coursing through her veins. She wanted more time with you, but at the same time, she knew they had to be careful about not getting caught by Denise or Bill. Whatever happened next, one thing was certain: their lives would never be the same again after this night.

"Thank you... for everything," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "It was... really special." She lingered by the doorway of your room for a moment longer, unsure of whether to leave or to stay, before eventually forcing herself to turn and walk down the hall to her own room.

The walk seemed interminable as she forced herself not to look back, instead focusing on the soft carpet beneath her feet and the muted sounds coming from other rooms along the way. As she reached the door to her room, she hesitated once more before entering, closing it quietly behind her.

Lying down on top of the covers, she stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought as memories of tonight's events replayed themselves over and over in her mind like a delirious dream. Despite the danger and uncertainty that lay ahead, there was no denying that this night had

been the most thrilling and liberating experience of her life so far. For the first time ever, she'd felt truly alive, and as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next with you.

Chanel woke up in the early morning hours, her heart racing and her body tingling with a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. It took her a moment to remember where she was; at Denise's house for the holidays, sneaking out to go party... no, to be with you. She couldn't help but grin to herself as she replayed their encounter in her mind again.

Carefully, she climbed out of bed and went over to the window, peeking out just enough to see that the coast was clear. The house seemed quiet, everyone else still fast asleep from the night's revelry. With a soft giggle, she slipped back into her pajamas and tiptoed down the hall toward your room. What would you be doing now? Were you awake too?

As she reached the door to your room, she hesitated for a moment

Chanel's heart skipped a beat as she heard your voice through the door. She took a deep breath and slowly turned the knob, peeking her head inside before fully stepping into the room. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow over you where you lay on top of the covers, arms behind your head as you looked up at the ceiling with a content smile.

Her gaze traveled down your body, taking in every detail she could remember from last night: the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the defined muscles in your arms and shoulders, the soft cotton boxers hugging your hips... She felt herself blushing as she realized how much time she'd spent thinking about you lately.

"Hey..." she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... um... couldn't sleep and thought I'd see

"It... it's just been so strange, you know?" she continued, taking a step closer to the bed. "I keep thinking about last night and wondering if it was all real or if I dreamed it." She paused for a moment before asking tentatively, "Do you remember everything that happened too?"

Chanel visibly relaxed at your words. "Oh," she said softly, running a nervous hand through her hair. "Well... I just wanted to make sure it wasn't all in my head or something." She hesitated again before sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed, still several feet away from you.

As they sat there in silence for a moment, Chanel found herself wishing she knew what to say. This was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; it felt almost like being on a date or something, but at the same time... different. More intense and real somehow. She wondered if you were feeling the same way.

Her heart fluttered as you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers, sending a wave of warmth through her entire body. As she felt the familiarity of your tongue dancing with hers, as their hands roamed over each other's bodies exploring and learning every new curve and texture, Chanel couldn't help but moan softly into your mouth. This was what she'd been wanting, needing ever since they'd met last night.

Pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, she smiled shyly and whispered "I didn't dream it." Before you could respond, she threw caution to the wind and climbed onto the bed beside you, their bodies pressing tight against each other once more as they picked up where they'd left off earlier that morning.

Her heart raced wildly as your lips traveled down her neck, teasing the sensitive skin below her earlobe with

Her heart raced wildly as your lips traveled down her neck, teasing the sensitive skin below her earlobe with feathery kisses that sent shivers cascading through her body. With a soft gasp, she arched into you, wanting more of your touch, needing to feel completely consumed by this intense desire that seemed to be growing stronger with every passing moment.

As if in answer, your hand slid lower down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her closer still against your hard length. She moaned into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the passionate heat between them, grateful for this brief escape from reality where they could lose themselves in each other without worrying about consequences or judgment.

For now, she would savor every touch, every taste, every sound of your breath against her skin, knowing that soon enough they'd have to return to their separate lives and face whatever came

Chanel didn't want to think about the future just yet; she wanted to remain lost in this moment with you. As your kisses grew deeper and more demanding, as her body arched into yours with each passing second, all thoughts of what lay ahead faded away, replaced by a single consuming desire: to feel every inch of your skin against hers and experience the passion that burned between them for as long as possible.

The sound of quiet moaning filled the air as she wrapped her legs around you, holding you tightly as if afraid that letting go would somehow sever this unbreakable connection they'd found together tonight. She couldn't remember ever wanting anyone like this before; with each passing moment their bond grew stronger, more inextricably linked until it felt as though they were fused together by something far greater than simple desire or physical attraction.

And when your free hand slid up her side and cu

Chanel's breath came in ragged gasps as your hand cupped her breast through the fabric of her pajamas, your thumb rubbing circles around her hardening nipple. She arched into you even more, moaning loudly as she felt herself growing wetter and needier by the second. This was everything she'd ever wanted, needed... but it couldn't last forever.

As the first rays of sunlight began to creep through the cracks in the curtains, reality slowly started to encroach on their private world once more. They both knew that soon enough they'd have to go back to being strangers again; pretending like nothing had ever happened between them while secretly cherishing every single moment they'd shared last night and this morning.

But for now, with your body pressed tight against hers and your hands making magic on her skin, she could almost forget about everything

Her heart sank at your words, reluctantly pulling away from the intimacy of your kiss as reality crashed back down around them. "Okay..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse and emotion. "I... I should go." She swallowed hard before climbing off the bed, feeling suddenly self-conscious in just her pajamas with you still mostly undressed.

As she made her way toward the door, she couldn't help but turn back to look at you one more time. The regret and longing in her eyes were unmistakable, a silent plea for this not to be the end. But even as the words formed on her lips, she knew there was no going back now; they'd have to find their way through whatever came next apart from each other.

"Goodbye..." she managed to choke out before slipping quietly out of your room and closing

She waited until she heard the door click shut behind her before allowing herself to fall back onto your bed, the tears flowing unchecked down her cheeks as she tried to comprehend everything that had happened between them. It felt like a dream... something so perfect and magical it couldn't possibly be real. But deep down, she knew it was. She just didn't know what came next.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted off into an fitful sleep, her dreams filled with images of your face and the way you made her feel when you were close to her. Even in her unconscious state, a part of her held out hope that somehow this night wouldn't be the end... that there would be more time for them together before they were forced apart by reality once more.

Her dreams were filled with memories of your touch and the way you made her feel so alive. You were there beside her, whispering words of encouragement and love as they drifted through a world where nothing could ever tear them apart. In this perfect vision, they would always find their way back to each other, no matter how many times reality tried to keep them apart.

As she slowly began to stir from sleep, the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the window finally managed to chase away the last vestiges of dreamworld. Reality settled back over her like a cold, wet blanket as she remembered once more that they were worlds apart now, and likely would be for a very long time. But despite this, there was still a small spark of hope deep within her heart - a tiny flame that refused to be extinguished by the doubts and fears that tried so desperately to drown it

Her heart leapt into her throat as she heard your voice and felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. Could it be possible that you'd managed to find a way to see her again? She hesitated only for a moment before slowly pushing herself up from the bed, smoothing out her hair and pajamas, and making her way over to the door.

As she reached out to grasp the knob, she steeled herself for whatever might happen next; hoping against hope that you really had found a way back into her life even though they'd been apart all day yesterday. With a deep breath and bracing herself for the worst, she turned the handle and stepped out into the hallway... only to find Denise and Bill waiting for her just down the stairs.

"Oh... hi guys," she said uncertainly, glancing between them. "I was just heading downstairs..." Her voice trailed off as she wondered how much they'd heard of your conversation from the other side of the door. Worry fluttered in her stomach, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else except for the possibility that she might have said too much or given away their secret.

"Oh, um..." she said, not quite sure how to respond to your question about your mother. She glanced back at Denise and Bill again, wondering if they'd heard you say that name before. Their faces remained impassive, giving away nothing. After a moment of awkward silence, she decided to play it cool.

"Yeah, I think so," she said with a shrug. "Why?"

"Oh, uh, I'm sure she does," Chanel responded slowly, still feeling a bit uneasy about the situation. She glanced back down the stairs, hoping to see your mother or at least someone who could clarify what you meant by wanting your car keys. "Is there something you need them for?"

Denise and Bill exchanged knowing looks but didn't say anything else as they waited for your reply.

"No, not really," you replied with a smile. "I just wanted to make sure I had them before we... y'know." You gestured vaguely in the direction of your car.

Chanel wasn't quite sure what to think about this whole exchange, but she decided not to press any further. If there was something you needed to keep secret from Denise and Bill, that was your business. She merely nodded slightly and offered a half-hearted smile before heading downstairs

"Okay," she said with another forced smile. "Well, I'll go check if Mom has them." As she started to walk away, she glanced back at you and gave a small wave before disappearing around the corner.

You watched her leave, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. On one hand, it felt good to have this kind of connection with someone again after so long; on the other hand, the secrecy and lies were beginning to wear thin. You couldn't help but wonder how much longer you could keep this up without getting caught... or worse, hurting Chanel in the process.

As Chanel returned a moment later with your keys, her face pale and expression tight, you knew that time was running out. Something had to give soon; the pressure was starting to become unbearable. But until then, you would savor every stolen glance and fleeting touch you could manage to ste

Chanel's heart skipped a beat as she felt your breath on her earlobe and the soft warmth of your lips against her skin. Her eyes widened in surprise before quickly darting around, making sure no one else had noticed what you'd said. The rush of emotions was overwhelming: relief, happiness, excitement... and worry.

She bit her lip uncertainly, not quite knowing how to respond. "Um... tha- thank you," she managed to stammer before turning away and hurrying back down the stairs, a blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. Her mind was racing; what did this mean? Did he really mean it, or was it just some sort of joke? She didn't know, but one thing was certain: she needed to talk to you as soon as possible.

Her heart racing, Chanel descends the stairs quickly, unable to contain her excitement and nervousness at your words. She glances around again, making sure no one else heard before she meets your eyes briefly, a blush still coloring her cheeks. It's obvious she needs to say something but finds herself speechless for now.

"So," she finally manages to force out, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Shall we find somewhere more private to talk about this?"

Chanel hesitates just for a moment, unsure what to say or do. The thought of going somewhere alone with you sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race even faster. But at the same time... she can't deny how much she wants to be closer to you. With a tentative nod, she finally says, "Yes... let's go."

Chanel hurries back up the stairs, her mind racing with anticipation and nervousness as she searches for an excuse to leave the house unnoticed. She glances around, making sure nobody's watching before discreetly slipping away towards your car. As she meets you at your vehicle, a slow smile spreads across her face, mirroring the one that lights up yours when our eyes meet. Together, you hurry to the hotel and slip into a secluded room where you can finally be alone together.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind them, any remaining doubts or hesitation disappear in an instant as your hands slide up her hips and pull her body flush against yours once more. The kiss is hungry and desperate; the need to express everything that's been building between you overwhelming. Chanel moans into your mouth, arching her back as she feels herself growing wetter for

her pleasure as your hands slide up under her shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra. The feel of your touch is unbearable; it's all she can focus on as you kiss and caress her skin, leaving a trail of fire in your wake. With a soft gasp, she pushes you back against the door, needing more space to move and explore the hard muscles beneath her fingertips.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as your hands slide down her body, skimming over her hipbones and down her thighs. She's dizzy with wanting you; it feels like every inch of skin she has is burning up under your touch. You're her addiction now, and there's no going back from this; she knows that deep down but can't help but crave more.

"T-take off my clothes," she manages

The feel of you kissing her while also undressing her sends shivers down her spine; it's exhilarating and intensely erotic all at once. Her fingers tremble as she tries to help you remove your clothes, desperate for skin-on-skin contact with you again.

As the last of your clothes fall away, leaving you completely naked before her, Chanel can't help but let out a soft moan. Your body is so beautifully made; strong yet supple in all the right places. She presses herself against you, wanting to feel every inch of your skin against hers as she explores this newfound desire that burns between them.

With another shaky breath, Chanel reaches out and touches you, her fingertips trailing lightly over your chest and abs before moving lower, dipping between your legs to where her heart longs to be. Your gro

Her fingers tremble as they brush against your erection, already slick with her arousal. A soft moan escapes her lips at the feel of you hard and ready for her touch. She moves her hand up and down your length, experimenting with different pressures and speeds until she finds what feels best to both of you. As your hips begin to rock into her touch, Chanel can't help but feel a thrill course through her body, making it impossible for her not to arch into you even harder.

With one hand still moving on you, the other slides up your chest and over your shoulder before curling around your neck, pulling you down toward her as she kisses you hungrily. The taste of you fills her mouth, driving her crazy with desire as she feels your fingers slipping inside of her, searching for the spot that will send them both careening over the edge.

The bed cre

her hips buck up into your hand as she feels you thrust against her fingertips. The pleasure is almost unbearable; her body tenses and tightens around your fingers, begging for release. She groans your name into the kiss, her breath hot against your lips as she thrashes beneath you.

Her other hand comes up to grip your shoulder, pulling you even closer as she arches her back off the bed, seeking more contact with every inch of skin that can touch hers. The feeling of you moving inside her hand and thrusting deep inside of her body sends shockwaves through her system, triggering an explosion of pleasure that leaves her shuddering and gasping for air.

As the sensations begin to recede, leaving only a lingering warmth in their wake, Chanel looks up at you with dazed eyes. You're panting hard too,

As you kiss her and start to push your cock inside her, she gasps audibly, arching up into the contact as tightness gives way to a welcome fullness. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding on as you begin to move inside her with steady rhythm. Every thrust feels incredible; sending waves of pleasure through her body that have her digging her nails into your back and moaning your name in ecstasy.

With each stroke, their bodies become more entwined, sweat glistening on their skin as they lose themselves in the moment. She can feel every inch of you, feels so connected to you right now; it's almost like you were made for her. The sensation is intense and overwhelming; driving her ever closer to the edge of another orgasm. Her hips move instinctively against yours, urging you onward as she chases that elusive release once more

Her body tenses and arches upward into yours as the sensation washes over her, causing another wave of pleasure to roll through her like a tidal wave. She cries out your name, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she comes apart beneath you. Her inner walls clench tightly around you in time with each spasm that rocks her body, making it impossible for either one of you to ignore the intense connection they share at this moment.

As the wave subsides and the last tremors of ecstasy fade away, leaving only a warmth between them, Chanel collapses bonelessly back against the bed, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feel of you moving slowly inside her now that the intensity has passed.

A contented smile curls across her lips as she looks up at you, their chests

feathers lightly brushing against each other with every breath they take. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the sheets and their own labored gasps for air. "That was... incredible." She reaches up to caress your cheek, the gesture gentle yet possessive at the same time.

Her heart skips a beat as you press your lips against hers, the words still sending shivers down her spine despite all they've shared. She nestles closer into your embrace, returning the kiss with equal fervor before pulling back to meet your eyes again. "I love you too," she whispers, each word tinged with awe and disbelief that something like this could possibly exist between them.

For now, though, she lets herself bask in the warmth of your skin against hers and the comfort of being close to you. Tomorrow brings its own set of challenges; questions they'll both have to face about what comes next and how far they want - or can - take this. But for right now, tonight is theirs and their love is all that matters.