I smiled, then shivered. “It’s dark so early these days.”
“Today’s Winter Solstice—shortest day of the year.”
“Gee, thanks a lot. Way to pick the shortest day of the bleeping year for my birthday.”
He laughed and put his arms around me. “Ah, but the longest night . . .”
“Scandalous!”
He blinked innocently at me. “What? More time for movies, right?”
“Sure . . .

Autore: Kiersten White