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Flash Fiction 12-11-2014

A hand on my back, one around my waist, a cold nose nuzzled into my neck. “Andy,” he whispered, “have you been a good boy this year?” 

I, in turn, rubbed my scruffy cheek against his smooth one, sighing, enjoying the feel of his hands on me, wishing there was a few less layers between us. “I hope so,” I whispered back. “I do want Santa to bring me something good.”

“What!” He gently pushed me away in mock horror, and I spun to face him, pulling him to me.

“Silly,” I teased, “you’re the best present I’ve ever gotten.”