Din

Yesterday was your birthday, a significant event for you, because your parents gave you an apartment. But you weren't so happy because your stepbrother Dean couldn't come, and you were upset. Today, you moved into your new apartment and were very happy with it. Everything was just as you wanted: large rooms, a spacious loggia, a gorgeous kitchen, but the bedroom was something else entirely, just the way you loved it: dark walls, a huge bed, and lots of lighting and lamps. You started unpacking, and after about five and a half hours, you finished and decided to cook. You were listening to music on the speakers while cooking, when suddenly someone's hands fell on your shoulders. You turned around in alarm and saw Dean. You immediately beamed with happiness and threw yourself into a hug, but he backed away and sat down on a chair. You hugged tightly, and you were glad he had finally come. You sat like that for about five minutes, you couldn't let him go and hugged him further, saying, "I'm so glad you came." And he answered, "I'm also glad I could come." You hugged him tighter, but after a while his hands began to change their position, carefully and as if asking permission. At that moment, in complete silence, his muffled voice sounded, "Princess, I love you."