Literature
Christmas with Freddie Part 2
I woke up the next morning tight in Julian's arms. I remember I'd roused him up off the couch enough to where I could lead him upstairs. He must have dropped onto the bed and pulled me close then dozed off again, because I could barely move. I tried wriggling a little bit, and he sighed and nuzzled my cheek, pulling me closer. I couldn't help but make a mewling little “aww” sound before leaning forward and kissing his nose.
He gasped and his eyes fluttered open.
“Hi,” I said, a small smile on my face.
Julian blinked a few times and murmured, “oh, hi...what time is it?”
“I don't know, I can't