The snow crunches under our boots as we walk. Our breath fogs in the air. When we reach the ridge, I stop and point up.
"Look."
At first, she doesn't see it. But then the sky shifts, and the Northern Lights appear. Green and blue and purple, dancing across the darkness like ribbons of color.
Paisley gasps. "Oh my God."
"Have you ever seen them before?"
"Never." Her voice is filled with wonder. "Chase, this is..."
"I know." I can still remember the first time I saw them, it was like seeing the magic of the world in person.
We stand there, watching the lights move and shift. She leans against me, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close.
"Thank you," she whispers. "For showing me this."
"Merry Christmas, Paisley."
"Merry Christmas."
We stay until the cold becomes too much, then make our way back to the cabin. Once inside, I'm about to head to the fireplace to warm up when Paisley stops me.
"Wait. I have something for you too."
She goes to the bedroom and comes back wearing a bow wrapped around her breasts. "It's not much, but..."
I grin, surprised. "You didn't have to get me anything, but I'm really glad you did."
"I wanted to."
I pull the ribbon, and she shivers. We're standing close, too close, and when I look at her, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss her. How much I want more than a kiss.
"We should warm up," she says, her voice a little breathless.
"Shower?"
"Yeah."
In the bathroom, she gets me out of my layers of clothing, and I finish taking her bow off. When we're both under the spray of hot water, I pull her against me, and she comes willingly.
"Chase," she breathes against my mouth.
"Yeah?"
"I want you."
"You have me."
When I have her pressed up against the wall of the shower, my mouth on hers, my cock inside her body, pressing my length into her, she gasps. We thrust and grind against each other, our sounds echoing off the enclosed space. I show her exactly how much she has me, taking my time, loving every sound she makes, touching every spot that makes her gasp. The water runs cold before we're done, but neither of us cares.
Later, wrapped in towels and curled up together in bed, she traces patterns on my chest.
"Best Christmas ever," she murmurs.
"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to her hair. "It really is."
Twenty-One
