Chapter NINE

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❄️ASPEN❄️Holly Garland

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❄️ASPEN❄️
Holly Garland

... Christmas Morning - 4:20am ...
~Northside~

As I lay there on the living room floor, out of breath, soaked in sweat with tears in my eyes and my heartbeat thudding a par-rum-pa-pa-pum beat that I can feel throughout my entire body, I realise what it is I had been missing all my life..

Dasher Delacroix..

The man is a savage and sensual god..
And he had given me the most intense and intimate experience of my life..
I will never be the same after tonight.. And I never want to go back to whatever ignorant misery I had been in before him..

I went to bed on Christmas eve, so empty and alone and now, on Christmas morning, my life is shiny and bright and full of glory.. Hope overflows in my heart and happiness hums in my veins..

This is what it feel like to be free..

Maybe Dasher feels the same way, or at least I hope he does.. And maybe he hasn't realised it yet but that's okay because I am certain enough for both of us..

He's the one for me..

I want him to be mine.. I want to see him in so much more than once a year.. Everyday if he'd let me.. I want to call him my boyfriend and I don't want to share him with anybody else..

I want so much and I don't know where to begin trying to articulate any of it..

"Holly, baby? Are you okay, Angel?" Dasher's eager and anxious rasp greets my ears and I open my eyes as a protective hand slides over my stomach and I turn my head to see his sweet face smiling back at me..

Without the mask on, he isn't scary at all.. He's just the opposite.. He is a safe haven for me and everything I've ever needed resides in his heart.. Rolling onto my side I bury my face in his chest, pressed up against his sweaty t-shirt.. "I'm mm-kay.."

Just the smell of him, all cinnamony and sweet, it makes me dreamy and dazed.. Like a drug, I breathe him in..

So softly, with more tenderness than I've ever known from a man he pets me, running his fingers through my hair.. "Are you sure? That shit was fucking intense.."

"You scared me so good.. But I'm okay.. I promise.." I nuzzle in closer to his warmth and he wraps me in his arms to pull me onto his chest.. He flops over onto his back taking me with him.. As my breath calms and I begin to return to my body, my mind remains a mess..

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