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The roaring wind whipped against the tiny hut as more snow descended upon it. Shrek was almost grateful you dragged him out of his swamp before the snowstorm but he still believes he would've survived. The large cup of hot chocolate laid on the wooden table untouched so Shrek picked it up as he felt its heat radiating from the cup. He carefully held it to his lips as he started softly drinking it. Ah, (your name) makes the best chocolate out there. He thinks to himself. He picked his head up again and stared out of the foggy window. Shrek's eyes twinkled. He still doesn't understand how someone as perfect as you fell in love with him, it makes him feel very giddy and warm inside whenever you flash a smile at him.
As he daydreams about him and certain memories he enjoyed with you. He hears slamming coming from the wooden door. It's probably (your name). He thinks as he gets up the door. He gently opens the door to be met with your smiling face, you immediately jump up into his arms as the two of you lovebirds cuddle with each other. "I love you so much Shrek, you're the fork to my spoon." You speak against his strong and hard chest, listening to his heartbeat. ' "I love you too, my sweetheart, my chocolate chip cookie, my everything."
You sigh, content to be spending time with your soulmate on this chilly winter afternoon.