We escape the giddy party by hiding in the office supply closet.
I drop my illusion, expecting him to run from my true succubus form.
Taking off his Santa hat, he turns red, revealing horns.
“I’m your secret SATAN, babe!”
I kiss him. Merry. F-ing. Christmas!
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