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My eyebrows shot up in surprise as a wicked smile crossed my face.

“You sure do know how to negotiate.”

She leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose before taking the lingerie and stuffing it back into the bag. I was disappointed I wouldn’t get to see her in it right away, but I was already looking forward to the blow job tonight, as well as the fact that she was planning to spend Christmas Eve with me.

Thirty

Makayla

The days leading upto Christmas flew by, and before I knew it, it was already Christmas Eve. Aiden had gone in to work early this morning, which was nice because I had a whole night planned for us and didn’t want to have any interruptions.

I’d spent the morning wrapping the last of the Christmas gifts I’d purchased throughout the week. Who knew shopping in Sugarplum Falls could be so fun? Or maybe it was just that I liked how there was so much handmade stuff here, and I loved supporting local artisans.

My mom and I were supposed to be having lunch today, but I was waiting for her to get home before I headed over. Something felt off, but I tried to shake the feeling as I waited for her to text me to say that she was ready.

I did a load of laundry, making sure everything I needed for tonight was ready. Aiden hadn’t stopped talking about the lingerie I had purchased, so I went out and bought more. It was weird because I didn’t have a set time that I would be in Sugarplum Falls, and we both knew that. We’d talked about what would happen when I had to go back to LA, and we promised that we would find a way to make a long-distance relationship work.

My phone dinged with a new text message, so I picked it up, hoping it was my mom.

Aiden: Just wanted to say how much I miss you, and I can’t wait to see you when I get home.

A grin spread across my cheeks, making them hurt from how big it was.

Me: I can’t wait to see you too.

Aiden: Aren’t you supposed to be meeting your mom for lunch?

Me: Yeah. I’m just waiting for her to get home.

Just then, another text message came through.

Mom: I’m home.

It still felt weird to be going to her house for lunch instead of Brock’s since that’s where she had been staying. But she wanted to make lunch there since we had spent so many holidays together in that house. It didn’t bother me any since we had an entire security team watching everything, and deep down, it felt nice to have something that felt familiar and brought the comfort I’d remembered when I was little.

Me: Okay, I’m on my way.

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