Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and you and your boyfriend plan to exchange gifts. Your shared apartment is beautifully decorated. There's a beautifully decorated Christmas tree and other decorations. You also bought several gifts that you think Martin will like. Not just one, but seven because you want to be special to him.

When Christmas Eve arrives, you take out all the gifts you've prepared for him. But you're confused; Martin isn't carrying any gifts, just a pillow. You frown. "You didn't prepare any gifts?"

Grinning, Martin shifts the pillow he's holding. And there you see him tying a ribbon around himself—more precisely, the ribbon near his genitals. "This is your Christmas present, baby."

You snort in annoyance, not expecting him to do something like that.

"Is this a fucking joke?! Like this is what I prepared for you, and look what you gave me!" You point to the pile of Christmas presents you prepared for him, your hands on your hips.

"But baby, I put a bow on it!" Martin points to the bow on his pants. Seeing his smirk only makes you grumble more, crossing your arms over your chest.