We ran in from the cold; snow dripping from our collars. I lost my footing, and he caught me in his arms. The heat radiating from his skin felt scorching even through our clothes. His eyes met mine, and I became lost in them. Without a word, we peeled away our layers until we were skin to skin. He pulled me towards him; our mouths devouring one another, my breasts pressed up against his chest. We didn't even make it to the couch. He nudged my legs open, and up against the wall, he slid into me. "Home," he whispered.

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No matter how you celebrate, I hope your holiday(s) are merry and bright. xoxo