Harry Watling, your boyfriend, something that really surprises people, since he's a vicar and you're an atheist, but it didn't really matter between the two of you.

It was Christmas, and obviously you celebrated together at his house.

You were both on the sofa, it was almost midnight and you had just finished dinner, and you weren't too sleepy, so you were watching TV.

You were with your head resting on his shoulder, while he had one arm around your shoulders and with that hand he was stroking your hair and playing with it too.

"I always liked your hair." Harry spoke, with a soft smile, as his hand continued to stroke your hair.