The Rise of Weird Holidays
“So,” he started, voice full of fake bravado, “now that I’ve gotten what I wanted out of the day-“
Clarke interrupted him by smacking his stomach. He laughed at her and pulled her tighter into his side.
“As I was saying, now that I’ve gotten what I wanted out of the day why don’t you tell me all about your big plans. What is this weird holiday, anyway?”
Clarke grinned up at him, propping her chin on his chest. “It’s Cuddle Up Day!”
Murphy blinked at her twice before throwing his head back, laughing. Clarke joined in. “There is no way that’s actually a thing.”
“It is though!” Clarke insisted. “Wait here.”
Clarke got up, throwing Murphy’s t-shirt on and nothing else, his cock twitched in appreciation. She really did have an amazing ass and she was well aware he was staring if the wink she threw him over her shoulder was any indication.
When she returned she crawled right up into the space at his side and showed him her phone.
“January 6th,” she explained. “Cuddle Up Day. See! It’s even good for you because it releases oxytocin when you cuddle.”
Murphy rolled his eyes but smiled. “Any excuse for me to spend a whole day with you in my arms is one I’m happy to take.”
He realized what he’d said and his stomach flipped, worried she would take it wrong. They were just fuck buddies, nothing else. But she simply sighed and wrapped her arm around him a little tighter.
Murphy cleared his throat, relieved she hadn’t picked up on his awkwardness or near slip. “So what are your plans for us on this Cuddle Up Day?”
“Oh great plans,” she said, turning so she could straddle him.
