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You loved Leo, for a time. You really did.

But people grow apart. You had to go to college in New Rome, him at some fancy engineering school, and long-distance relationships never really work out. You decided to break it off before it got messy, and he respected your decision.

But now that you're both back at camp for Christmas, who's stopping you from falling back into rekindled flames?

You've come to a mutual agreement that, just for the week, you two are together again.

So, just like old times, you're in bed with Leo. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his nose in the crook of your neck. It is well past time to wake up, and you've been trying to get him to let you go for a while.

But, for some reason, there's something oddly nostalgic about the harsh winter sun piercing through the window, about Leo's cinnamon-y smell, and the way his hair feels a little itchy on your face. It makes you wanna stay like this forever.

But you have to get up, or people will talk. So you nudge Leo again. ''Mm, five more minutes.'' He grumbles, pulling you in closer.

You forgot about this aspect of him.