Zaythen woke to the soft sound of Theo's snoring drifting from the living room and the faint scent of pine lingering in the air from a candle. Stretching, he pushed back Theo's messy hair from his face, he gently smiles. And looks out the window at the sound of the snow tapping against it, he stands up and opens the curtains the sun illuminating Theo's face, Zaythen looks back at his boyfriend so greatful he has him and is determined to make this the best Christmas yet
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