Page 9 of Closer to You


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I’m dressedby the time she bounds into my room, which I’m thankful for. If she had come in a little earlier, she might have been shocked at what I was doing.

The bear is back where I found it and as I look over at it, I’m thankful it could help give me the release I desperately needed.

“Great, you’re dressed.”

“I’m not sure what the rush is. We have hours until you plan to drag me to yet another dull night at creepy house.”

“Creepy house, good one.” She snorts. “We are having a spa day.” Oh God, I couldn’t think of anything worse.

“Why.” I whine.

“Massages, of course, darling, get some of those knots out.”

“What knots?”

“Well, you seem uptight lately and a massage is good to relax.”

“Excuse me, but I’m not uptight.” She cocks a brow. “I just hate that house.”

“Don’t be silly, Dove! You shouldn’t listen to town gossip.”

“Come on, you can’t tell me it’s not creepy.”

“Sure, in an oddly charming way.”

“Why do you have to punish me?”

“I’m not punishing you. I want you to have fun. Now come on, I booked full body massages.” She winks.

Arrivingat the spa lodge it looks oddly pleasant and not a pumpkin in sight which I was grateful for.

As we enter, the scent of lavender fills the room. This place was pristine and clean, with friendly faces and beaming smiles.

Christina checked us in and as I change to get under the towel, I’m cursing myself, in my rush to get changed I’d forgotten to put my underwear on, shit, I lay down on the bed and cover my body with the towel from my waist down.

I’d never had a massage, so I wasn’t even sure what happened in here, but surely they didn’t go that far up your body, so whoever my masseuse was wouldn’t know I was naked underneath this flimsy, fluffy towel.

Or at least I hoped they wouldn’t.

I hear a crash come from the other room. “hello,” I call out immediately, getting a sense of déjà vu.

“I will be with you in a moment.” The deep voice answers.

Laying my head in the hole, I finally start to relax, allowing my eyes to flutter and close.

Maybe Christina was right. Maybe this was just what I needed to relax.

7

ASHTON

Fuck.

I wasn’t expecting that when I placed the bear in her room. I just wanted to watch her sleep without getting caught, but this—this wasn’t what I expected to see today at all.

I’d watched her run around the room like a headless chicken, searching for her underwear, but she would never find it. I’d destroyed those when she had entered my pumpkin by surprise.

I’m mesmerised. I can’t tear my eyes away from her seductive body. I thought she would have had enough after the pumpkin, but no, here she was, spread out, ready forround two.