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Alejandro snakes his arms around my waist, "Mmm, it smells good. You're cooking?"
"Mhm," I answer.
"Special occasion?" He tucks his chin into the crook of my neck. I stop stirring the pasta and slightly turn my head. "It's Christmas, don't you celebrate?
"I do," he says. "It's just that I haven't spent Christmas with someone in years." I raise a brow. "I can hear the lie seeping through your teeth."
He raises a brow. "What makes you think I'm lying, my love?"
"Don't try to convince me that you didn't find someone to sleep around with every Christmas," I frown. He chuckles. "I mean, I haven't spent it with anyone important in years."
"Oh?" I act amused. I cover the pot with a lid and lower the gas on the stove so I can turn around and look at him. "I'm important? Since when?"
"Since I met you," he answers nonchalantly.
