Your feet touched the cold kitchen floor, feeling the chilly sensation under your toes. The kitchen was lively with the smell of dinner being cooked. You were listening to Sebastian’s favorite oldies, songs you couldn’t even remember ever hearing before.

You danced around the kitchen, one of his arms around your waist and the other one holding your fingers tightly. You had a glass of red wine on your hand, laughing as he spinned you all around the kitchen.

“Careful with your wine, love.” He joked, noticing the way the wine moved around the glass you were holding.