Page 15 of Holiday Unscripted
“Am I invited to that,” I snap out, “or did you guys forget I’m even here?”
“That’s why I’m calling. Mom and Dad have been beside themselves with guilt since you left.”
“Good,” I retort. “I didn’t sleep all night.” I look up at Nate, who rolls his eyes.
“I heard you snoring from my bedroom,” he states and the glare is on in full force. “We’ll get dressed and be right over,” Nate relays and disconnects the phone and tosses it on the counter.
“I don’t snore,” I hiss at him. “Now, I’m going to get dressed,” I inform him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cover my nipples.” I turn to walk out of the room. “Wouldn’t want to offend you.”
“Don’t cover them on account of me,” he replies before I walk out of the kitchen, “but it is cold outside. Not sure if nipples can survive.”
“I hate you.” That’s the only comeback that comes to my mind.
“Good to know. I shall keep that in mind.” His face fills with a grin.
I take a deep inhale and walk away from him, mumbling, “I need to find another place to sleep.” I look back over to the hallway. “We’re definitely not having a wonderful Christmas time.”
CHAPTER 6
Nate
JINGLE BELL ROCK
December 15th
I watch as Elizabeth walks out of the kitchen, then hear the muffled sound of her moving through the second level as I look over to Whiskey, who is watching her walk away. “If you go with her, you’re a traitor.” I point at him as he sniffs the air, then looks back to me. “Yeah, you picked right,” I say, walking to his food bowl that I keep under the sink. I fill it with kibble before putting it on the floor and giving myself a minute to get my body under control.
My cock’s at half-mast from her sitting there in her see-through top. I grab my cup of coffee, bringing it to my lips. “Jesus.” I shake my head. “I’m going to need you to get a hold of yourself.” I look down at my cock, but Whiskey looks over at me like I’m talking to him. “You too, buddy.” I motion with my chin. He ignores what I’m saying as he puts his snout back into the bowl and finishing all his food. I grab his bowl, rinse it off with water in the sink, and then put it in the dishwasher, before turning and making my way to my bedroom.
The spare bedroom door is open, but I hear Elizabeth moving in the bathroom. I walk into my bedroom, heading straight for my en-suite bathroom. Brushing my teeth, I then grab a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before slipping a sweater off the hanger and putting it on.
When I walk out of my closet, Whiskey is in the middle of my bed, stretched out on top of the dark blue down feather duvet that feels like you are lying on a cloud. “Let’s go.” I motion with my head toward the door. “I’m going to put you out before we leave.”
He follows me out of my bedroom, stopping to sniff under the now closed spare bedroom. The soft scent of Elizabeth’s perfume lingers in the hallway as I walk down the steps and make my way to the back door. I get it half open before Whiskey is running out into the yard.
I make my way over to the side door where the laundry room is and get the cat food ready. Filling the bowls and walking out, I hear her come down the stairs. I peek my head around the corner and see her dropping her bag by the door. “Are you escaping?” I ask her, motioning to her bag.
“Yes.” She turns and walks back to me, holding my sweater in her hand. She’s wearing a pair of jeans and a thick sweater now, thank God. “I’m taking it with me, in case I get my bedroom back, I won’t have to come back here.”
“You haven’t lived at home in at least seven years,” I point out to her as she puts my sweater back to where she got it from before.
“The first six months didn’t count. I didn’t know I wasn’t coming back, so it’s six and a half years,” she corrects me, “but it’s still my bedroom.”
“I’m pretty sure once you move out of your parents’ home, the bedroom you had is no longer yours.”
“My stuff is in there.” She’s never going to let you get the last word. Never. Never did. Never will.
“What stuff?” I ask her as I walk to the back door when I hear Whiskey scratching on the glass door.
“It’s none of your business what stuff.” She folds her arms over her chest. “It’s private.”
I chuckle sliding the door open and watch Whiskey step one paw in and then another one before going straight for her. His tail wags back and forth, as she bends and rubs his neck. “We should get going,” I tell her, and she gets back up and then walks in front of me.
“How did you have a change of clothes?” I ask her as I take her ass in and then my eyes quickly fly up to her head.
“I left these here the last time,” she explains, grabbing her sneakers and putting them on. “Present me is very pleased about past me’s decisions.”
I shake my head, not even sure how to handle that comment as I move to my boots and slide them on before grabbing my jacket and shrugging it on. “Are you going to be okay with just a sweater?” I ask her, about to hand her a spare jacket.
