Waking up in Lincoln’s arms, in my cell of a bedroom was the best feeling I can remember ever having on a Boxing Day. Usually, I would have been helping my mum prepare the leftover turkey curry and setting the table, but it was already twelve o’clock, and I was resting on Lincoln’s chest as he gently ran his fingers through my hair. There were only a few extreme things that could have disturbed this peace; a natural disaster or an alien take over, for example, and of course, my best friend Luis.
A heavy knock pounded on my door, and an envelope was slipped underneath. Gentleman that he is, Lincoln jumps up to retrieve the note just as Luis calls out, “And don’t be late!”
A beautiful handmade invitation is revealed with the heading BOXING DAY BANANZA. It goes on to explain that we are ha
