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Chapter 49:

A S P E N ♡ W I L S O N
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Once again, I was trapped in Saint's arms when I woke up. I'd been staring at the ceiling for the past fifteen minutes, letting him hold onto my stomach while he used my boobs as a pillow and one of his legs were thrown over mine.

I've been debating giving him a good slap to the face to wake him up but in the spirit of Christmas and being good, I am holding back.

But it's not helping that he has a morning boner and it's pressing directly up against my thigh.

At this point I'm sure my face was as red as the matching Christmas pajamas Saint and I were wearing. I mess with Saint's hair and stare up at the ceiling, trying to be patient. 

I lay in bed for a long time waiting for him to wake up. Eventually, when I hear April and Kesam whispering as they went down the stairs, the excitement of it being Christmas morning hits me again and I'm done with being patient.

So I shake Saint like a damn rattle.

His eyes fly open after a solid minute of me shaking him by the shoulders and whisper shouting to wake up. I smile at his confused and slightly irritated face and then slap him on the back.

"Merry Christmas, bro!"

"Bro?" He gives me a blank stare. "I don't think 'bros' hook up and then cuddle afterwards, Wilson."

"I do that with all my bro's, I don't know what you mean. You must live a very boring life." I continue grinning. "Also, uh, can you push that down?"

I glance at anything but him as I say that.

"What?"

"Your...thing. Push it down. It's on my thigh."

He's silent for a minute and I hear some rustling before a bark of laughter leaves Saint. "You want me to push my dick down?"

I turn my head back to face him. "Yes?"

He continues laughing, "Jesus, Aspen, it's morning wood, not some sort of balloon I can deflate."

I can help you with a hammer.

Pushing away the intrusive thought, I ask, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not as bad as when you're horny, no."

"Wow," I breathe. "I think I want a dick for a day. That sounds interesting. Would you switch bodies with me if we ever got the chance?"

He shakes his head, laughing, and pushes his face into my stomach without answering.

"You're still as odd as the day I met you."

I snort. "I am not odd, you're the odd one. Don't tell me you haven't thought about being a girl ever before."

"Only once." He mumbles against my stomach.

"When?"

"It was for a science project. I was working on the reproductive system and one of the topics I was covering was a woman's menstruation cycle."