The Christmas Gift

2007 Holiday Story

His lips at my ear woke me from my dead sleep, calling me to get up. I groaned and swatted him off of me, wanting nothing more then to just roll over and go back to sleep. He kept at it, rubbing my chest, calling me baby. I could not help but crack a smile as he started to kiss my neck, wrapping his fingers in my curly mane of hair.

“I know your awake, Raymond,” he slyly said, running his fingers down my bare chest, playing with the hair. “It’s Christmas, and if you love me, you’ll get up. The guys want to open there gifts and your holding everyone up.”