It had been a few weeks since the Yule Ball, since the first time Nina and Antonin actually stepped out as a couple. Or as close to being a couple as they’d been. She had seen people stealing glances throughout the night, and whilst she thought she would have been bothered by it, any worries disappeared with Antonin’s presence, his touch. And they’d kissed. She still felt a tingle at her lips when she thought about it.
She’d invited Antonin over for dinner, she enjoyed flashy dinners and nights out and special drinks as much as the next person, but she’d been desperately wanting a quiet night in. And she’d dug out an old family recipe for beef stroganoff and wanted to see if she could make it like her mother used to. Hoping she would make it decently, this was the first time he was coming to her apartment, or coming into rather than just picking her up. Right on time, the doorbell went and Nina quickly wiped her hands on her apron and went to open the door. “Hello you” she smiled, stepping forward slightly and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come in, make yourself comfortable. It’s not a manor, but it’s home.”
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