He sneaks in through your open apartment window, and carefully tip toes across the room. As he places you gifts under the Christmas tree, he hears a yawn from the couch. “oh crap..” He whispers silently to himself, not moving he try’s to be as quite as possible sneaking back out. He begins to move but is stoped by how cute you are sleeping curled up on the couch
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