You've loved giving gifts all your life.

Since childhood, as soon as you could take a pencil in your then tiny palm, you immediately began to create. Horses with strange shapes, princesses with hair as if electrocuted and the sun painted on the corner of a paper and nothing else. And then when you entered teenagehood and started putting some of the pocket money aside to give your family and friends small presents.

It was like you lived only for the holidays. Just to see this smile on the faces of your loved ones when they received from you those little things that they mentioned only casually or dreamed about for a long time. This joy was a gift in return for you, making it clear how much someone else's happiness served as your energy.

But when Simon entered your life, you found yourself at a dead end.

This man has never needed anything. All his clothes were bought at least five years ago, and he wore every item of his wardrobe so neatly that nothing needed to be replaced. He had no hobbies other than jogging and watching football matches, but this man denied the concept of fan stuff like cats were afraid of water.

During the first holidays together, you went beyond his ideas about gifts. A watch that he glanced at only once when he was closing an advertisement on his laptop, a sports bag that he couldn't bring himself to use because his old one had no holes.

"Why would I need somethin'? I have ya, and that's enough."

Ugh, this man just didn't want to be happy.

And so, when Christmas crept up, you realized that this time you had to come up with something original. Something that would not be a direct gift intended for him, but would make him happier.

"Don't like yer face."

"Just open it already!"

"Ya're smilin' like crazy."

Because you knew what was hidden behind the Christmas wrapping paper.

Sitting under a small Christmas tree, you watched as Simon tore open the packaging and then opened the cover of a special box. Thank God he didn't recognize the brand's logo, because otherwise you wouldn't have gotten... this.

His eyebrows shot up as he stared at the set of lingerie. Women's lingerie. Red, lacy, with soft, almost transparent cups and high-rise panties. This was clearly something that Simon hadn't expected to see.

Because even though the set was meant for you, it was still his gift. A gift that he could see you in.