Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

But I can’t. Not yet. It’s too early to stop my fun. I’ve waited too long for it—for her.

I fold a hand over her mouth. “Unless you want your mother to know her daughter’s about to get tongue-fucked, I suggest you remain quiet. You’ll have plenty of other opportunities to scream. I promise.”

“I want to watch you come apart for me, Adelina. I need to see that pretty face of yours when you realize it’ll only ever be me that makes you feel this way.”

This is the moment where it happens. When souls fuse, and promises are whispered, but in the end, hearts are broken.

“Because for me, sweetheart, it’s always been you. And when I didn’t think I’d have you, I needed the reminder. I wanted to look out this window and remember all the things you made me feel.”

We hiked, camped, and discovered we liked sex in sleeping bags but not against trees.