“Christmas, huh? Isn’t that something boyfriends usually do?” “I was thinking more…boyfrienemies.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “Is that a thing?” “Of course, it’s a thing!” “Okay then, what do boyfrienemies do?” he asks with an indulgent smile. “Well, they have really great sex, and they kiss, and hold hands, and go out. And they don’t do any of that with other people,” I explain. “And they get to insult each other whenever they want, and fight over anything but mainly TV and football, and they steal orange juice and t-shirts from each other…”
