Hostile for the Holidays

22. Stella

TWENTY-TWO

STELLA

I slip out of Jasper’s reach and grab his t-shirt from the floor to pull over my head.

“Come back here. I promise I won’t touch you. I only want to cuddle.”

His eyes are innocent, but the monster erection between his legs is telling me another story.

“You think I’m falling for that?” I scoff.

“It’s true,” he says innocently before adding a wicked smile. “At least for the next ten minutes.”

But I need a moment to collect my thoughts. The intensity of having sex with Jasper for the first time was more than I anticipated. The second time was even more powerful because that’s when I realized, just like our first kiss, it wasn’t a fluke.

“How much stuff do you have in here? It’s like a museum for the early to mid-two-thousands.”

“My parents haven’t gotten rid of anything.” He props himself up on one elbow, watching me peruse his closet.

“Our style was horrible.”

“I think I was a good dresser,” Jasper winks at me.

“Yeah, you did look good but I never would have admitted it.”

“And why’s that?” he prods.

“Because we were sworn enemies and a compliment was against the rules.”

“I think we need to amend the rules.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, my eyes tracking his naked body as he pulls on his boxer briefs and moves to stand behind me.

He pulls my hair back and presses a kiss to my neck.

“Because I’d like to compliment you on how fucking amazing your pussy feels wrapped around me.”

An airy laugh escapes me but it catches in my throat as I notice a familiar scene peeking out from between Jasper’s vintage clothing. I push the hangers aside to reveal it.

There, tucked in the back of his closet, behind a glass frame, is my winter wonderland drawing.