Emily's eyes fluttered open, her vision filled with Lucas's stubbled jawline. Their limbs were a tangled mess, her leg hooked over his hip, his arm pinned beneath her. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies.
"Merry Christmas Eve, you octopus," Emily mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. She attempted to extricate herself but only managed to tighten their embrace.
Lucas chuckled, the rumble in his chest vibrating against her. "Merry Christmas Eve yourself, spider monkey." His free hand traced lazy circles on her back. "I think we've outdone ourselves this time. I can't feel my left arm."
Emily snorted, burying her face in the crook of his neck. The familiar scent of his skin - a mix of cedar and something uniquely Lucas -
