❝ who would want to share a bed with an ex? unless the other option is the uncomfortable and cold floor, then maybe... ❞

SUMMARY

Outside, the frost clung to the windows like a warning. Inside, the wine was flowing, mittens were lost, scarves shared, and you hadn’t once thought about Noel in a way that hurt. Not really. The edges of what you've used to be had dulled over time—sanded down by birthdays, mutual friends, and passive-aggressive hellos at family parties. It had ended well. Or, well enough. You've walked away while still liking each other, before liking each other turned into resentment or regret.

But the universe, cheeky bastard that it is, had other plans. The classic cliché move, making you end up into a single room like it was shaking a snow globe just to see what would stir. One bed, one pair of exes, and one very long night. Would anything else happen if you allowed him climb into the bed and not freeze to death down there?

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. . ★ AUTHOR'S NOTE

april update: minor changes to fix inconsistencies. thank you for your feedbacks! <3