This is my second post. Thank you to everyone who read and provided feedback on my previous one. This one is a bit longer, and if you want to skip ahead, I recommend scrolling down to the *** halfway down.
Outside the Christmas decorations tinge the room in a strange blue light. Laying on my back, I stare up at the ceiling listening to the sound of Callum’s deep and steady breathing beside me. With each exhale I feel the sheets shift. Why ever did I agree to join him and his family for Christmas? We’ve only dating for four months, it’s way too soon to meet someone’s parents. Let alone spend Christmas with them. But Callum insisted it wouldn’t be weird and against my better judgement I caved.
Maybe it was because I would have been alone otherwise; my family are away on a Christmas cruise, and at the time I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being stuck at sea with them all for two weeks. Although now the prospect doesn’t seem so bad. Or maybe it is just because deep down I really like Callum, and even though we haven’t been together for very along I see a future for us together… Or maybe I was simply seduced by the promise of a free meal.