It's Christmas. And it's fucking 7a.m on a Saturday. I wrap my arms tighter around y/ns waist, burying my face into her chest. Why does every girl want to go out so early... I don't hate going out with her, I love it, but this early? Nuh uh. I need my cuddles.

"Babe... Please, can we stay for 1 hour... I promise we'll go to the Christmas market the whole day. But I need my cuddles..."

I probably sound like a toddler but I don't care, I'm tired.