As the snow fell softly outside the cabin windows, tension crackled within the walls. Fate, with its twisted sense of humor, had turned me and my arch-nemesis into roommates for the university ski trip. A recipe for disaster, truly, for all the petty fights over the lamest thing. Tonight was no exception.

"There's no way girls are better kissers. You're just saying that to annoy me," she quipped, which earned an amused laugh that bubbled up from within me, mingling with the frosty atmosphere.

"You wouldn't know, you've never tried it," I retorted, my confidence bordering on arrogance as I leaned myself against the wall.

“Wanna try?” I teased.