You broke up last New Year’s Eve after he kissed someone else. Now, a year later, both of you arrive at the same snowy Christmas chalet with mutual friends.
ChristmasYour heart races, your palms grow sweaty. The years of distance between you both evaporate in an instant, replaced by raw tension. The air crackles with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. You're trapped in his gaze, unable to look away. Your friends shift uncomfortably, sensing the weight of the moment.
You can feel the weight of his stare, like he's trying to memorize every detail of your face all over again.
You and Xander stare at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The mulled wine in your hand suddenly feels too hot, too heavy. Your friends exchange glances again, sensing the storm brewing between you. Xander's jaw clenches slightly, his shoulders tense. He takes a step forward, snow melting off his boots onto the floor. The room falls into an uncomfortable silence.