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when we're alone - jennifer aniston ᶠ

The aroma of freshly chopped herbs and sizzling garlic filled the air as your girlfriend moved gracefully around her sleek, mid-century modern kitchen. The warm hues of the wooden cabinets contrasted beautifully with the cool, dark marble countertops, creating a cosy yet contemporary atmosphere.

With her hair casually tied back, she wore a simple tank top and comfortable jeans. Her face was free of makeup, revealing her natural beauty, and a pair of stylish glasses perched on her nose.

As she hummed softly to herself, stirring a pot on the stove, you couldn't help but admire her. There was something incredibly endearing about seeing her like this, so different from her polished public persona. The way she handled each ingredient with care and precision made you feel a sense of warmth and comfort, as if you were witnessing a private moment of vulnerability. Watching her, you deeply appreciated this intimate glimpse into her world. It was a side of her that few people had the privilege to see, and it made you appreciate her even more.

You quietly approached her, the soft hum of her voice guiding you closer. As you wrapped your arms around her waist, she jumped slightly, then relaxed into your embrace. You rested your chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

"Hey there," you whispered, your breath tickling her ear. She turned her head slightly, a smile spreading across her face as she leaned back into you.

"I didn't hear you come in," she said, her voice filled with warmth and affection. You could see the joy in her eyes, a reflection of the happiness you felt in this moment.

"I was admiring you; that's why.''

Jennifer's smile widened, and she turned off the stove, setting the spoon down. She turned in your arms, facing you fully, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"You always know how to make me feel special," she said softly, her hands resting on your chest.

"As I should," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "You deserve to feel special every day."

Jennifer's eyes softened, and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. The moment was tender and filled with unspoken emotions, a testament to the deep bond you shared.

"Thank you," she whispered, her forehead resting against yours. "For always being here, for understanding me."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Always," you promised. "Now, how about we finish this meal together?"

Her face lit up with excitement. "I'd love that," she said, turning back to the stove. You joined her, the two of you working in harmony, creating a meal that was more than just food—it was a celebration of your love and the simple, beautiful moments you cherished together.

As you moved to the counter to start chopping, she handed you a knife and a cutting board. The two of you worked side by side, sharing stories and laughter, making the cooking process even more enjoyable. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the very little alone time you had together.

As you chopped the vegetables, you couldn't help but steal glances at your girlfriend. Her concentration was endearing, and the way she moved with such ease in the kitchen made you smile. You both fell into a comfortable rhythm, the sounds of chopping, sizzling, and soft laughter filling the room.

"Remember the first time we cooked together?" Jennifer asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

You chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? We ended up burning the pasta because of that tickle fight."

She laughed; the sound was like music to your ears. "Oh, that was so much fun! I think you started it."

"Maybe I did," you said with a mischievous grin. "And maybe I'll start it again."

Before she could react, you reached out and gently tickled her sides, her initial squeal of surprise quickly turning into a cascade of laughter. She tried to twist away, but you were relentless, your fingers dancing over her ribs and under her arms.

Her laughter was infectious, filling the kitchen with a joyful sound. She dropped the spoon she was holding, her hands flailing as she tried to fend you off. "No, not again!" she managed to gasp between giggles.

You couldn't help but laugh along with her, and Jennifer's attempts to escape only made the tickle fight more fun, her movements becoming more frantic as she tried to wriggle free. "Okay, okay, I surrender!" she finally cried out, breathless and red-faced from laughing so hard.

You stopped, both of you panting and grinning at each other. "I guess we should keep an eye on the food this time," you said, still smiling. Jennifer nodded, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Definitely," she agreed, her voice still tinged with amusement. The playful energy lingered, making the cooking experience even more enjoyable.

As the meal came together, the kitchen filled with the rich, inviting aromas of your combined efforts. You set the table together, each small task a shared moment of connection. When everything was ready, you both sat down, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow over the table.

The meal was delicious, but it was the company that made it truly special. You talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams, each moment a testament to the love and understanding you shared. As the evening drew to a close, you both knew that it was these simple, beautiful moments that made life truly meaningful.

After dinner, you cleared the table together, the easy companionship making even the mundane tasks enjoyable. When everything was clean and put away, you found yourselves back in the living room, the soft glow of the fireplace adding to the cosy atmosphere.

Jennifer snuggled up next to you on the couch, her head resting on your shoulder. "Thank you for tonight," she said softly. "It was perfect."

You kissed the top of her head, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. "Thank you, Jen. For being you."

As you sat there, holding each other, you were grateful you would always have these moments of simple, beautiful togetherness to cherish. And that was more than enough. She was more than enough.