The air is charged with excitement as you and Catherine stand in the middle of the living room, each gripping a large, soft pillow. The space around you is cozy—dim lights casting a warm glow as the evening winds down, but the playful tension between you and Catherine is palpable. You both share a knowing smirk, an unspoken agreement that this moment of fun will be memorable.

Suddenly, Catherine breaks the silence. With a swift motion, she swings her pillow toward you, the fabric of it whooshing through the air. You barely have time to react, but instinctively, you duck, feeling the soft thud of the pillow crash against the couch behind you instead.

Catherine bursts out laughing, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she watches you recover. "Oh, come on," she says, her voice dripping with feigned disappointment. "You’re gonna have to do better than that."