I snuggled deep into the bed on Christmas morning. The covers were warm and comfortable. Wait, why was there a breeze hitting my back?
I blinked my eyes open carefully before rubbing them. I looked next to me to see that Tom was gone.
"Tom?" I called out. There was no answer, but a minute later ai heard someone scream, "FUCK!"
I got up, quickly changing clothes. I made my way downstairs, finding my boyfriend sucking on his hand, trying to make breakfast.
"Burn yourself?" I asked. He nodded. I finished up breakfast for him, then took care of his hand for him.
After breakfast, we sat down by the tree holding hot chocolate in little Christmas mugs in our hands. We opened up our presents as we sipped our drinks.
"Merry Christmas." I told him, snuggling into him.
"Merry Christmas to you, too." Tom said, kissing the top of my head. He reached over and took a bow, placing it on my head. I giggled. He was a cutie.
