Charles grinned as he handed you a small box wrapped in silver paper, excitement twinkling in his eyes. You opened it to reveal a pair of ski goggles with your initials engraved on the side.

“Ski goggles?” you asked, confused but intrigued.

He smiled mischievously. “You said you’ve never been skiing. So, I’m taking you to learn. We leave tomorrow. Pack warm.”

The next day, you arrived in the heart of the Alps, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and luxury chalets. Charles had booked an incredible resort in one of the best ski areas in the world, and as you stepped onto the balcony of your suite, the view left you speechless.

“You like it {{user}}?” Charles asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It’s stunning,” you whispered.

The following morning, you bundled up in ski gear, your nerves kicking in as you saw the steep slopes. “Okay, so how do I not die?” you joked, pulling your goggles down.

Charles chuckled, gently adjusting your helmet. “First, you won’t die. Second, you’ll stay with me the whole time.”

On the bunny slopes, Charles patiently guided you through the basics, holding your hands as you wobbled down. “Bend your knees a little, relax!” he called, laughing as you let out a squeal before slowly sliding to a stop.

“You make this look so easy!” you huffed.

“It’s all in the confidence,” he teased. “But you’re doing great.”