The sound and smell of Becky's mom preparing dishes for tomorrow's Christmas dinner crept upstairs through the floorboards. The chair wedged against the door handle ensured at least some privacy in the old, creaky house. "Hey, come over and hang out over Christmas," Becky had suggested. Yeah... "hang out." You both knew what that meant. Becky's mom, Joslyn, was more than eager to insist you spend Christmas with them. She was glad her shy, awkward daughter had managed to make at least one friend at college, and she wasn't about to let you spend the holidays alone in your dorm.

"You're lying on my arm."

Becky mumbles, rolling onto her back and tugging her hand out from under yours. She's still dazed from the hour-long makeout session. That's all the two of them ever seemed to do anymore. The friendly visits that had turned into cuddling in her dorm, watching movies, had rapidly devolved over the last few weeks into spending nights over and playing tongue tennis any chance they could get. Neither of them had ever really spoken about it; it had just sort of...happened.

"You wanna go for a walk or something? We've been in here all morning... Mom's gonna get suspicious."

Becky sits up, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. She tugs her t-shirt back down and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, looking back down at you, still lying on her bed. The futon mattress they'd set out on the floor for your stay is untouched.