Page 81 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Chapter Thirty

Jack

Best Christmas Eve ever. My mind is at ease, my body is humming in sexual bliss, my cock still tingling from the intense orgasm I just had. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had now.

Chloe lies next to me, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. The twinkling lights outside her window cast a warm glow across her naked body. I always wondered what the lights I hung looked like from her point of view, and now I know. And seeing what they do to her perfect body... worth the effort.

I trace lazy circles on her skin, savoring the afterglow and the intimacy of the moment.

“Mmm,” Chloe purrs, snuggling closer. “I think you broke me.”

I kiss her forehead. “Rest up,” I murmur. “I’m not done yet.”

“Mercy!”

“Never.”

Chloe giggles and playfully swats at my chest. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” I reply, capturing her hand and bringing it to my lips.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the soft carols playing from her Bluetooth speaker. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingles with the musky aroma of our lovemaking. Outside, a light snow is falling, blanketing the world in peaceful white.

Chloe props herself up on one elbow, her tousled hair falling around her face. In the soft glow of the Christmas lights, she looks absolutely radiant.

“You know,” she says, a mischievous glint in her eye, “I have a present for you.”

“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “And here I thought you were my present.”

She laughs, a melodious sound that makes my heart skip. “Well, consider this an... added bonus.”

Chloe slides out of bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her curves. I watch appreciatively as she pads across the room to her closet. She rummages around for a moment before pulling out a small, wrapped package.

“Is the present for Jack or WinterWatcher?” I call to her, chuckling as I do.

She looks over her shoulder and playfully glares. “Jack. I was hoping I’d see you even though we didn’t make plans to.”

I smile warmly at her words, feeling a surge of affection. “I couldn’t stay away,” I admit softly.

Chloe returns to the bed, present in hand. She settles beside me, cross-legged, not bothering to cover herself. The Christmas lights dance across her skin, highlighting the curves I’ve spent the night exploring.

“Well, I’m glad you came,” she says, her voice low and sultry. She holds out the gift. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

I sit up, taking the small package. It’s beautifully wrapped in silver paper with a red bow.

“Since I haven’t bought a present for anyone in years, this is a pretty big step. Being a Scrooge and all,” she says. “But when I saw this in an antique shop, I knew I had to get it for you.”

I carefully unwrap the gift. Chloe watches me intently, biting her lower lip—the cutest quirk of hers when she’s nervous or thinking hard. As I remove the last of the paper, I reveal a small velvet box.

Inside is a beautiful silver pocket watch. The cover is intricately engraved with snowflakes and pine trees—a perfect winter scene. I gently lift it out, admiring the craftsmanship.

“Open it,” Chloe urges softly.

I press the latch, and the cover springs open. Inside, along with the watch face, is an inscription:

To Jack. Thank you for watching over me this Christmas. Love, Scrooge.

She smiles. “What’s ironic is I bought this before I knew you were WinterWatcher, and I used the word ‘watcher.’ Funny right?”

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