It's Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve and I had to work. Some emergency down at the club kept me away from my home and away from Craig all afternoon. I look down at the radio in my car. It's 11:00.
One more hour and it will officially be Christmas. I hope Craig's still awake, so maybe we can celebrate early.
I pull up to the house. I get out of my car and head in. I immediately notice that all the lights are off and I assume that Craig is already in bed.
I take off my gloves, hat, scarf, and coat and toss them over the couch in the living room. I sigh loudly whilst I throw myself into the armchair next to the couch.
I lean my head back and close my eyes. Seconds later the switch on and I open my eyes.
It's Craig. He's standing there leaning against the door frame. I scan him from head to toe. He's wearing a Santa suit except he's not actually wearing the entire outfit.
He's only wearing the Santa hat cocked to one side of his head and the trousers complete with belt and boots. The pants are riding low so I can see his slim waist curve down into a v.
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