Day 4 of the week before Christmas, Bergen pack
Gahn’s eyes were still shut when she stirred awake, half draped over him. Her robe had slipped open, and his arm was curled around her bare skin.
“Just checking your temperature,” he muttered, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Oh… Thanks for staying. I thought Todd was here.”
“He was,” Gahn replied, finally cracking one eye open. He shifted, turning to face her.
Dahlia met his gaze, those oddly deep blue eyes locking onto hers.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice low.
“Last night didn’t seem to bother you,” she shot back, but his lips brushed hers anyway, soft and lingering.
“Alright, up you go. We’ve both got things to do,” Gahn said, pulling his arm out from under her. He couldn’t help but glance at her as she got up, muttering cur
