Downhill From Here (#1)

36. My Gift To You

A/N: heheheheheeheheeee "grinch laugh"
I'm posting an extra chapter because it's the holidays and why the heck not. I hope you guys enjoy 😊😊
Merry Christmas y'a filthy animals!
**************************************

December 25th (Christmas day)

11:11 am

Bowie's POV

I was going to die. And I know that's a bit dramatic but it was how I felt at the moment.

I was currently lying on my back on the carpeted floor of the bedroom I was staying in. My feet were lifted up in the air to rest on side of my bed and I was staring at the ceiling while listening to the sounds of morning birds and the ocean. The sun was beating through the windows and illuminating the chaos that was in this room.

I woke up this morning tearing my suitcases apart looking for something. A very important something.

My bikinis and dresses were all over the small chair in the corner and my bed was unmade. I rummaged through my toiletries bag about 12 times before I realized that I forgot to pack it. All 5 pairs of shoes I brought were on the floor next to me and I was slowly descending into madness.

I had the most inconsistent sleep last night, tossing and turning till the morning. And to make it worse when I did finally fall asleep my dream...well...let's just say Whitney was usually more right than wrong in most situations.

I dreamed Nathan and I were making out in the garage while were supposed to be making another pottery bowl. We were in the same positions as yesterday, except with fewer clothes, and the clay got everywhere. Like everywhere.

Ever since yesterday, I'd been non-stop hot and flushed. My attention was only fixed on one thing. And to make matters worse, my vibrator was thousands of miles away.

Merry fucking Christmas to me.

I covered my eyes with my elbow and groaned, feeling irritated. My vibrator was in fact the only thing that could get me off. Even the boyfriends I remember having in college could never get me there.

And after nearly jumping Nathan in the garage yesterday, I needed to get a damn grip. I had a week left stuck in this house with him and Lilo wasn't a big enough buffer.

I chewed on the end of my fingernail in thought. He felt it too right? I mean he did lean into my touch and didn't stop me.

I don't even know what possessed me to sit between his legs yesterday and get so close to him. But when he got closer and we worked in silence with our hands together, I wanted so much more. And watching him working with his fingers...oh...my...gosh.

I fanned my face and sat up. I could do it. I could make it through the whole day. It was Christmas day and I was determined to make the best of it despite being so far from home and away from family. I'd do it for Lilo.

So with that, I kicked my shoes aside and changed into my red sundress and sandals. Heading out of my room, I tiptoed to make sure not to make too much noise. I walked down the stairs and into the foyer.

"Merry Christmas!" Lilo and Nathan jumped out from behind the couch both wearing Santa hats and Christmas pajamas. I smiled as I slowly walked into the living room.

"You did all of this?" My voice was high-pitched and watery. Why the fuck was I so emotional today?

There was a Christmas tree with gifts in the corner and 3 stockings resting above the fireplace. Holiday cookies were placed on the table with 3 plates of breakfast. Christmas music played from speakers in the kitchen and the house smelled of food.