You sit on the bed sighing, the house where your family and Ellie's family were spending Christmas was a little crowded, you had escaped to the second floor long ago after both families decided that drinking wine all night was a good idea and getting drunk.

Ellie's father was sprawled on the living room sofa, asleep, one of her uncles was playing cards with your father, and the women were chatting about someone they knew while guzzling white wine.

You climb the stairs, laughing after almost knocking over the Christmas tree halfway up and hoping no one notices. Ellie tattooed hands grip your waist, pulling you against her in the hall, You go to the last room down the hall where you were staying, you sit on the bed and Ellie sit next to you to take off your shoe.

This had been going on since Thanksgiving, you two only slept together once, more like a clumsy fuck in Ellie's car in a supermarket parking lot, and then you never stopped.

Ellie was completely in love with you, everything you did was good, it was incredible, and you were the woman of her dreams. There were other women after her, messaging her on social media, asking for her number, but she only had eyes for you and your clever mouth.

It wasn't about physical appearance anymore; it was more about the fact that only you made her feel seen and loved without ever having said a word. Everything about you made her happy.

You look at Ellie's tattooed arm and you bite your lip. Damn, she was beautiful. Ellie smiled, it was good to know that you wanted her too.

Seriously, you should have worn more comfortable shoes. You're so stubborn. Ellie tells you and removes your high-heeled sandals, She loved to pamper you and wouldn't let you move a muscle. She wanted to show you that she could be a good girlfriend in the future, that this could be more than a fling.