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3rd person pov
As the night drew to a close, Y/n and Aubrey found themselves walking hand-in-hand, their fingers intertwined, towards their home. It was Valentine's Day, and the evening had been nothing short of magical.
They had dined at a quaint restaurant, sharing intimate conversations and laughter over a bottle of wine. The connection between them was electric, and the anticipation of what lay ahead only intensified as they made their way home.
Aubrey's curly dark hair framed her face, accentuating her bright eyes and a smile that could light up any room. Y/n, on the other hand, was a vision of elegance and maturity. Her hair blew from the slight breeze in the wind and her warm smile revealed a hint of mischief.
As they stepped into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment building, the sound of their footsteps echoed against the walls. The built up anticipation between them was palpable, like a simmering pot about to boil over. They couldn't wait to be alone, to explore the desires that had been building up throughout the night.
Y/n unlocked the door, and they entered the warm home that was dimly lit. As they kicked off their shoes, the evening's formality melted away, being replaced by a different type of energy.
