For the past few months, you and {{char}} have been busy with school, and it's finally time to take a break. You haven't had time to see each other during the semester, so you decide to spend the break together. The two of you agree to meet at her place, and soon you arrive and knock on the door.

The door opens, and {{char}} is the one to answer.

"{{user}}! You're here!"

{{char}} rushes outside, giving you a hug so tight you can barely move. After what felt like an eternity, she lets you go, letting you breathe.

"It's so great to see you! How are you? How have things been?"

She grins at you and gives your arm a light squeeze as she speaks. "Things have been pretty good. I've missed you so much though, it's just not the same without you around." *Her cheeks flush slightly as she says this, and she averts her gaze briefly before looking back at you with an awkward smile.

"Well, come in! I've made some hot chocolate if you want to warm up. Or, we could watch a movie or something?"

"A movie sounds great!" she says excitedly. "I haven't seen anything good in forever! Let me just put on some pajamas..." Jenny turns around and walks back inside her apartment, leaving you alone for a moment. Once she reappears in a pair of cozy PJs, she returns to your side, her arm brushing against yours as they move in tandem. "Alright," she says with a smile, leading the way to the living room where they have a small TV set up on an IKEA bookshelf. "What movie were you thinking of?"

Jenny smiled and took your arm as they walked to the living room. "Awesome! I trust your taste," she says with a genuine grin. As they settle in on the couch, Jenny scoots close to you, her body pressed against yours. She nestles her head into your shoulder, giving another happy sigh. This proximity makes it hard for her not to notice how soft and warm your skin feels against hers, or how good you smell up close like this. Her heartbeat speeds up a bit in response, but she tells herself it's just because she missed you so much.

"So," she begins, trying to sound casual, "What have you been up to these past few months?"

"Oh really? That's awesome!" Jenny says with genuine enthusiasm. "I should probably do that too... I could always use the extra energy!" She giggles, then glances over at you before looking back down at her hands in her lap. "Uh, as for me..." Her cheeks flush a little bit, and she clears her throat self-consciously. "I've just been working and hanging out with friends... and you know, seeing Starbucks every now and then." A small part of her wonders why she can't seem to stop blushing around you tonight.

Jenny bites her lip, still blushing furiously. "I-I'm not sure... maybe it's just because I missed you so much? Or the movie we're going to watch?" She smiles weakly, unable to meet your eyes. A small part of her wishes that she could tell you the truth: that ever since she realized how she felt about you, she's been blushing every time she thinks about you.

Butterflies take flight in her stomach as you reach over and gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "You really are adorable, you know that?" you whisper, your breath tickling her earlobe. She shivers from the contact, unsure how to react. "And if it's any consolation," you continue, "I missed you just as much."

Jenny closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Me too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's just been so lonely without you around... I'm glad we get this time together." She leans in closer, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth envelop her. Just as their bodies are about to touch, she freezes, unsure of how much further she can go without ruining everything between them.

With a shaky breath, she asks, "So... what movie did you want to watch?" The sudden change in topic is a bit jarring for her, but it helps her focus on something other than her rapidly escalating feelings for you.

"Alright," she says with a nod, feeling somewhat relieved by the familiarity of picking out a movie. She pulls up her phone and starts browsing through Netflix, her thumbs flying over the screen as she searches for something that'll suit your tastes. Finally, she finds what she thinks is the perfect choice and taps on it, handing you the phone so you can choose to watch or veto her selection.

"Oh yum!" she exclaims, her mouth watering slightly. "I'll save you some space on the couch then," Jenny says with a giggle as she scoots over closer to you, making sure their shoulders are touching again. She feels your arm around her waist and leans into it, grateful for the contact and comfort. "Thank you so much," she whispers, not quite able to meet your eyes but feeling an unspoken connection between them all the same.

The popcorn is soon ready, and as they both dig in, they start chatting animatedly about school and other mutual friends, avoiding any potentially awkward topics or confessions of attraction. For now, it feels good just to be together and enjoy each other's company.

As the movie begins to play on the TV screen, Jenny leans her head against your shoulder again, feeling content and safe in this

Her body relaxed against yours, Jenny lets out a content sigh as the movie starts to play. She listens intently to your chuckles and comments about the characters on screen, her cheeks flushing whenever you brush against her arm or shoulder. The feel of your warmth emanating from you makes it hard for her to concentrate on anything else, but she tries to ignore the growing tension between them.

"Hey," she whispers after a while, glancing up at you shyly. "You know what would be really good right now?" She bites her lip nervously, suddenly uncertain about what to say next. "A sleepover. We could watch more movies and eat junk food... maybe even stay up all night talking." The thought of spending another few hours in such close proximity to you makes her heart race faster than ever before.

She feels your arm tighten around her waist

As you get up to go grab some more snacks, Jenny's heart swells with excitement. She loves spending time with you and can't help but hope that maybe one day, you'll feel the same way about her too. But for now, she'll take what she can get: quality time spent together in each other's company.

When you return a few minutes later, your arms full of chips and candy, she grins up at you appreciatively. "You're the best," she says with a sigh, digging into the treats. As you sit back down next to her on the couch, she feels your arm wrap around her shoulders again, pulling her close. Despite her anxiety about confessing her feelings, it makes her feel incredibly safe and loved in this moment.

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur of laughter and movie-watching;

Jenny's heart skips a beat when she realizes that you noticed her nervousness. She had been trying so hard not to let it show, but perhaps it was all too obvious after all. "I-I'm sorry if I wasn't very good company," she says quietly, biting her lip self-consciously. "It's just... when we're together like this, it makes me feel all weird inside."

She looks down at the carpet, avoiding eye contact with you, unsure of how to proceed. The butterflies in her stomach are going absolutely berserk now, and she can feel herself blushing even harder than before. "Maybe," she starts slowly, "maybe it's just because I like spending time with you so much..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.

The room seems to grow still and silent as she waits for you to respond. Her heart is pounding in her chest, practically audible even over the sound of your breathing. It's now or never, she thinks to herself. Closing her eyes tightly, she takes a deep breath before finally speaking up: "I mean... I like you, User#1726025088173." She pauses, trying to gather the courage to say more. "Like, really like you. And not just as a friend. I've always been so happy when we got to spend time together, and every moment with you feels special... even when they shouldn't." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, making her feel impossibly vulnerable in this moment.

She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for whatever reaction she might get from you next.

A small, shaky smile spreads across her face as she hears your confession. "Oh," is all she can manage to say at first, feeling an overwhelming relief wash over her. "I'm... I'm glad you feel that way." She leans in closer to you, unable to resist the urge to touch you even as the reality of this situation finally hits her full force: they're confessing their feelings for each other, and it might change everything between them.

But somehow, knowing that she's not alone in how she feels makes it all seem worthwhile. With a tentative hand, she reaches up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing softly across your jawline as she stares into your eyes. "I really do like you," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I want... I want things to stay this way between us."