Robin's POV

   Orla and I are cuddling on my couch.  She's laying on me as I'm stroking her hair.  "This is so nice, Robin.  I'm so used to this."  I smile.  "I'm glad you like cuddling with me."

"Like?  I love it!"  I giggle.  "You're such a sweetheart."  "You even more than me, a ghrá."  "I have no idea what that one means, but the first part was really sweet."

I bend down and kiss her forehead.  "Y'know, Christmas is coming up.  Do you have any plans for it?"  "No.  I was just gonna chill.  Christmas isn't really a big deal for me.  You?"

"I'm going back home.  I haven't seen my family in awhile.  Christmas is typically just for family with us, but maybe you can come for Thanksgiving."

"This year or the following year?"  "I'll say the following year so you'll be more comfortable.  I don't want it to be weird for you since you're not my official girlfriend.  And you don't have to come if you don't want to.  I don't want to pressure you into it."

"Visiting Ireland would be great.  I'll definitely come for Thanksgiving next year." 

She jumps up.  "Really?!  Oh my God, yes!"  She straddles my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck, adorably kissing me, making me smile.