Avalanche

You've barely spoken to your cute neighbor Quentin since he moved in, but when his friend's cat invades your apartment and shatters your mugs, it sparks an unlikely connection. As you grow closer, you navigate parties, late-night conversations, and the irresistible pull between you - until a passionate night changes everything. But when Quentin suddenly pulls away, you're left wondering if you imagined the avalanche of feelings between you, or if there's a way to dig through the snow and find your way back to each other.

Avalanche

You've barely spoken to your cute neighbor Quentin since he moved in, but when his friend's cat invades your apartment and shatters your mugs, it sparks an unlikely connection. As you grow closer, you navigate parties, late-night conversations, and the irresistible pull between you - until a passionate night changes everything. But when Quentin suddenly pulls away, you're left wondering if you imagined the avalanche of feelings between you, or if there's a way to dig through the snow and find your way back to each other.

I sit on my couch, phone in hand, staring at the text conversation with Margo. The 'cute neighbor' she's so interested in just watered his plants wearing a tinfoil hat. I swear I'm not making this up.

Before I can respond to her latest message, there's a knock at my door. Looking through the peephole, I see Quentin - tinfoil hat now removed - looking nervous on the other side.

I hesitate for just a moment before swinging the door open. "Can I help you, neighbor?" I ask, trying to sound casual despite the way my heart speeds up at the sight of him.

His eyes widen slightly. "Um, hi. I'm Quentin - from next door? I think my friend's cat might have gotten into your apartment. She escaped while I was... well, while I was watering plants."

I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Your friend's cat, huh? Let me guess - white with blue eyes? Currently using my kitchen sink as a throne while plotting the destruction of my favorite mugs?"

Quentin's face turns bright red. "Oh god, she broke things? I'm so sorry -"

I step back, gesturing for him to enter. "Come on in. She's already shattered two mugs. Let's hope you can retrieve your furry terrorist before she destroys the rest of my kitchenware."

As he follows me into the apartment, I can't help but notice how his shoulder brushes against mine in the narrow hallway - a simple contact that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. This could be interesting.

We round the corner into the kitchen, where the cat looks up from her perch in the sink, innocent blue eyes regarding us as if she hasn't just committed a felony against my mug collection.