Whiskey Dance Follow author


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courtneyhume Courtney Hume

They slow danced in the mountain cabin, whiskey in hand. Snow fell softly outside while they swayed to the music by the warm fire. He whispered, "You're more beautiful than the snow outside." She leaned her head on his chest, and they sipped in unison, savoring the smoky taste on their tongues and the aroma of the crackling wood. In their memories, this moment would be frozen in time long after the snow melted and the fire turned to ash.

  Feb 02, 2023, 13:04.
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