Status Updates From His Christmas Gift

The sooner she could escape from the world’s least talkative lumbersexual, the better.

People in the waiting room are giving me odd looks because I just snort-laughed.

She glanced at him from beneath her lashes, but, yet again, his expression was unreadable—unless brooding could be classed as an expression.

*Heathcliff, eat your heart out.*

Look at that, a whole sentence. A miracle.

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My second #HoHoHoRAT read :D I'm really enjoying this one. I like the writing and the plot and the main characters, and oh my god, they're both sick and can't leave the house, F-U-N.