“Should get up sometime soon,” I mumble into your hair, my voice hoarse from having not been awake very long. “Day is halfway done, love,” I exhale as I press a chaste kiss to the top of your head, halfway smiling when I hear your huff of protest while you shift in my arms.

It’s two days before Christmas, which means we’ve spent the last week together and only have about three days left together.

Just like how it’s been the last two holiday seasons.

Our parents are all friends with each other, which is how we met to begin with, and ever since we’ve been having this lovely little “holiday fling” every year while we’re both back in town for the week.

No strings, not too many major feelings. Just a guarantee that neither of us are alone during one of the happiest times of the year. Then we both go our separate ways before the whole cycle repeats in another 365 days.