Holden POV
The morning sun just about peeks over the hills as I gently rub Aspen’s thigh. Her leg is sprawled over mine, making my morning wood obnoxiously stiff with desire. My other hand is in her hair as I gently rub against her scalp. She seems to enjoy that as she moans in comfort at me. She grabbed ahold of me in the middle of the night, so it’s not like I had any choice in the matter. At least... that's what I tell myself.
The Russians and our inner circle have meetings all day, so I won’t be able to hold her like this though I wish I could, especially on Christmas Eve. Decidedly, I still need to get up and do my job and then figure out how I can make sure she never leaves my side when she realizes that I was the instrument of the horrible tragedy from her high school experience.
