Frost

8. December

♪ On the eighth day of Christmas, Mr Jack Frost gave to me,
- Eight somewhat truths
- Seven lovely inches
- Six sexy sounds
- Five crazy words
- Four dirty smirks
- Three subtle hints
- Two tiny smiles,
- And a big shocker to my panties... ♪

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A warmth that she hadn't felt in days woke Summer up that Thursday morning. At first she thought it was the hunk of a man lying next to her, still sleeping up against her, but as she peeled her eyelids apart, she was nearly blinded by... the sun.

It was sunny today. No dark clouds, no snow. The icicles had started to thaw. It even felt a little warmer. Not enough to wear a short top, but for December, it was warm.

She couldn't help but smile. This was nice. A warm man in her bed, sun out in December... so far, Jack was keeping his promise; Warmth was surrounding her.

But then she made the mistake of glancing at her clock. It was 8.28am. She was late for work. Very late.

"Shit!" She cursed and immediately removed Jack's arm from her waist to jump out of her bed which of course woke him up. "God, I'm so late!"

Jack blinked in the harsh light, then looked around, his eyes landing on her. They grew wide, then he shot up too, looking around some more. "Fuck, where's my cane?"

That was his biggest concern? What, he couldn't get out of bed without it?

"It's downstairs by the door where you threw it, I think. Listen, I'm so late for work," Summer said, rummaging through her drawers to find some clean underwear. She was going to have the quickest shower of her life. "But I had a really great time last night."

Jack who had gotten out of bed and was yanking on his pants, stopped up for a moment and glanced at her. He gave her a little smirk, one that absolutely looked drop dead gorgeous with his morning face and ruffled silver hair. "I did, too."

Summer smiled back, but then reminded herself she really was in a hurry, so she shook her head and quickly grabbed some clean clothes. "I've got to hurry. You can help yourself to some breakfast down in the kitchen, but—"

"No, I gotta go, too," He replied, picking up his white T-shirt, tugging it on. "I'm slacking on work as well. How about I'll talk to you later? Maybe swing by your shop?"

"If you'd like."

"I'll see you then," He smiled. He walked around the bed and then without hesitation leaned down and pressed his lips hard against hers, taking them in a demanding, but passionate kiss as if to give her a flashback of last night. It surprised Summer because, well, what about morning breaths and all that? But it was funny, though. He didn't have morning breath. He tasted and still smelled like warm chocolate and cinnamon, two tastes of Christmas.

When he finally drew back, he smiled again and then pecked her cheek once more. "Bye, Summer."

"Bye," She smiled back breathlessly like a fool as he turned and hurried down the stairs.

Oh, she really should hurry, too.

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