Christmas came and went in a blur of soft lights and quiet laughter.
We didn't go anywhere that day, no parties, no grand dinners, no Moreau-sized spectacles. Just the two of us, tangled in blankets, half-watching movies, half-dozing off between mugs of cocoa. The kind of day that makes you forget the world exists outside your living room.
Even the New Year felt the same, it was calm, intimate, ours.
Marina and Trent had decided to join us last minute, after cutting short their Mount Keira getaway. Apparently, Marina realized halfway through that mountain hiking and cold showers weren't part of her ideal "romantic escape." Trent swore he didn't mind, but I could tell from his expression when they arrived that he'd rather wrestle a bear than say it out loud.
