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𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑 in front of Catalina's massive house, glancing at the huge bag of candy sitting on the passenger seat. I'd spent over a hundred euros on it because I had no idea what kind she liked—so I bought nearly every kind the store had. It felt a little ridiculous, but I didn't care.
Walking up to her front door, I saw her already waiting for me, leaning against the frame. She was wearing this cute pink pajama set that made her look both casual and hot. Before I could say anything, she bolted toward me, jumping right into my arms.
I stumbled slightly but caught her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. The candy bag dangled in one hand while the other wrapped securely around her waist. She kissed me softly, leaving me momentarily stunned.
"Never thought you were the clingy type," I teased, starting to walk into the house with her still clinging to me.
She pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Shhh, don't ruin the moment."
I couldn't help but chuckle. Inside, I noticed the living room already set up with blankets and pillows scattered across the couch and floor. She had clearly planned this.
"Go on, sit down," she instructed, wriggling free from my grip. I carefully placed her on the couch and handed her the bag of candy. She grabbed it with a gasp of excitement, immediately digging through the assortment.
I shrugged off my jacket and flopped down next to her, watching her examine the bag like it was a treasure chest. Grinning, I reached over and stole a gummy from the pack she'd just opened.
"We watching something?" I asked, chewing.
"Yep," she said, her voice muffled by the candy in her mouth.
"What?"
"To all the boys I loved before. It's a cute romance movie," she said matter-of-factly.
I made a face. "Yeah, no. I'm not watching that."
She didn't even look up. "Oh yes, you are."
Reaching for the remote, she suddenly paused mid-motion, gasping dramatically. "Wait! I forgot the face masks."
Before I could ask what she meant, she bolted out of the room and returned a few minutes later with two sheets of something that looked suspiciously like torture devices.
"Oh, no. I'm not doing that," I said, holding up my hands as she approached me with one of the masks.
"Yes, you are," she insisted, climbing onto my lap and pinning me down. "You'll thank me later when your skin looks amazing."
