The Rise of Weird Holidays
âSo,â he started, voice full of fake bravado, ânow that Iâve gotten what I wanted out of the day-â
Clarke interrupted him by smacking his stomach. He laughed at her and pulled her tighter into his side.
âAs I was saying, now that Iâve gotten what I wanted out of the day why donât you tell me all about your big plans. What is this weird holiday, anyway?â
Clarke grinned up at him, propping her chin on his chest. âItâs Cuddle Up Day!â
Murphy blinked at her twice before throwing his head back, laughing. Clarke joined in. âThere is no way thatâs actually a thing.â
âIt is though!â Clarke insisted. âWait here.â
Clarke got up, throwing Murphyâs 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.
âJanuary 6th,â she explained. âCuddle Up Day. See! Itâs even good for you because it releases oxytocin when you cuddle.â
Murphy rolled his eyes but smiled. âAny excuse for me to spend a whole day with you in my arms is one Iâm happy to take.â
He realized what heâd 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 hadnât picked up on his awkwardness or near slip. âSo what are your plans for us on this Cuddle Up Day?â
âOh great plans,â she said, turning so she could straddle him.