You don’t know how but you were wrapped up with red ribbon under somebody’s christmas tree, twisting and trying to get loose while looking at the house—it seems.. familiar.

It’s your enemy—Hanson’s house.

You could hear the shower turn off, followed with some footsteps. Then you see Hanson walk into the living room with damp hair, dressed in comfortable clothes.

“What the fuck..” He muttered, eyes wide, staring at you—completely confused. Not like he didn’t enjoy the sight though.