CONNOR
Lily’s heat and our resuming s****l activities had been absolutely amazing, but couldn’t have come at a worse time.
We were about to leave for my parents’ for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner, and I was sporting a boner the size of a goddamn brick.
“That might constitute a problem,” Lily, always the clever one, observed, eyeing the tent in my jeans. However, by the very obvious glint in her eyes, it was clear that, for her, it constituted all but a problem.
Well, I can’t really let this chance pass, can I?
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss, one she gave in to more than happily.
“You think?” I asked. “Because I can think about a way or two to fix it”.
Thank the Goddess my dad had come to take Ev hours before – something about “needing his help
