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This book is dedicated to anyone who ever wanted to bang under a Christmas tree.
“I say holding hands is fine if we’re sitting next to each other on a couch, for instance. But I don’t think we should walk around holding hands. Like, tra-la-la. Aren’t we cute, holding hands, look at us
“Are the pirates here for the cans of soup? I don’t want any hemp. Close the curtains. I can’t take any more flowers after midnight.” I stifle a laugh. Correction: I stifle a laugh badly. Her eyes widen
more, and she blinks off the sleep. Confusion crosses her features even in the darkness, then awareness dawns. “Oh. Sorry. I was having a weird dream.” “Were you hogging all the covers in it?” She glances down, then up at me, inching back a little. “Oops. Guess I was.” “You’re the worst bed hog I’ve ever seen,” I tell her but I’m smiling because finally, fucking finally, I have the cure to my Fable addiction once and for all—she’s a bed
thief, ergo we could never work. I like my bed the way I like it—neat, organized, with just enough blanket for me. This is gre...
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“You do know this is how we started trying to share this bed? We were both under the covers. Then you, my little dragon, stole them all.”
We are all snowflakes, I suppose. No two are alike.
I love this. It’s true, no two are alike.
When I look back at the man in my arms, I say, “You’re my favorite holidate.”
Swoon
