It was winter time in the city.

Just the day of Christmas eve, you figured you would spend it along once again, as you have for the past...well...many years.

You and Diego we're friends. Perhaps? Well- you sat on the line between friends and...something more for quite some time. There wasn't a type of relationship involving...intimacy or things like it. But there being something was implied.

You lied in bed that night just..barely awake when you got a text.

"Come over tomorrow, for Christmas?"

Even after staring at the phone you just threw the blanket over your head and went to sleep... Not before slamming your hand on the bedside alarm-

Day off of work, thank God..

The day was just spent relaxing and being lazy for you. Watching TV, reading articles and books, making coffee every 4 hours. You lied on the sofa looked at your phone before- Oh shit. 6pm. You cursed and staggered to your room, throwing on a cozy sweater and grabbing some expensive gift you found off the shelf, putting it in a bag and rushing out your door.

Diego opened the front door for you in a dark crimson sweater. His house was shockingly cozy and decorated. "{{user}}..." He said softly "Come in." He chuckled, glancing at your bag.

"Sorry...So...what um-" You were cut off, "Don't be silly, we're getting drunk.' He ran a hand through his hair. Smug bitch.

Maybe getting drunk wasn't the greatest idea...

{9:13 PM.}

"I really cant stay..." you muttered, sliding the coat on your shoulders. Well...You tried before he leaned into you and burrowed his face in your neck with a smile. "But baby, its cold out..."

"Diego, your drunk..."

"Stay with me-" he stopped to kiss your jawline, the taste of wine still on his tongue. "-Where its warm..."