Silence fills the tiny cabin. She holds her breath.
Don't be a pussy.
I slide my hands over her cheeks. "Aw, hell. I said it, and it's true. I love you, and I should have told you sooner." My pulse beats hard against my neck.
Time seems to stand still.
"Well, say something," I blurt.
She tugs my head toward her and kisses me. "I love you too."
I exhale dramatically and tease, "Damn near kissed the dirt, but it looks like we made it."
She laughs.
I kiss her some more.
She retreats. "Want your gift?"
"Yes. Please. The suspense is killing me," I admit.
She pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket. "I have to put this on you."
"Really? But it's already dark in here."
"Yep. Bend down so I can secure it," she orders.
I obey, and she covers my eyes with the cotton.
"Tell me if you can see anything," she says.
"Nope. It's blacker than night."
"Good. Now, don't move," she instructs.
"Be careful. It's too dark to see a lot of the X marks," I warn.
"I'm lighting a candle, so stop acting like a sissy," she teases.
I chuckle again. "All right."
Several minutes pass, and then sounds of Christmas music fills the room.
I hum along for two songs.
Willow says, "Okay. You can take off the blindfold now."
I tug at the handkerchief, blink a few times, and when my vision clears, my heart practically stops beating. I mumble, "Sweet mercy."
Candles are lit all over the cabin. A string of Christmas lights hangs over the oak mantel with garland. Willow's in nothing except a red and silver bra and matching panties. A huge bow wraps around her torso. She's got a Santa hat on, and her long,dark hair hangs in curls. Her back's against the headboard, and her legs stretch across the mattress, slightly bent at the knees.
My mouth waters. I swallow hard, unable to decide what part of her to look at.
She pins her blues on me. In a nervous husk, she asks, "Do you like your Christmas present?"
I grind my molars, unable to move, my cock throbbing in my denim.
She tilts her head, looking worried. "Was this a dumb idea?"
