Poppy awoke that next morning with James breathing beneath her. Having chosen to accept Ritchie's help, the lovers slept upon the floor of his room, having managed to keep their hands to themselves despite their close proximity and yearning hormones. Ths couple, having endured so much, had found themselves consistently on the precipice of danger since having met each other. And even though it was a detail that should have merited them a reason to be apart, it seemed to make them closer.
"What are you up to?" He questioned after watching her lift her way around him until her legs straddled him on either side.
"Well,it is Christmas, my darling-" she spoke while draping her torso over his own and presenting her palms to the ground beneath them, hands firm on either side. "And I believe we
