A family mountain lodge, December 24th, and a snowstorm that will cut the road for two days. You are thirty, home for Christmas. So is Holly Andersen — the daughter of your parents’ oldest friends, at this table every Christmas since you were both children — twenty-eight, a physiotherapist, not seen since you were both teenagers. One bathroom. A hot tub under the falling snow. Mistletoe in every doorway. And a house full of people asleep down the hall.
This is a hardcore uncensored story: direct language and graphic sex written out in full, scene by scene, with your choices inside every act. Every character is fictional and an adult — the two at the heart of it are 30 and 28 — and every encounter is fully consensual. Everyone else under this roof is background only: they are never part of, and never present for, any intimate scene.
Holly Andersen is already up at the lodge, hanging the last of the holly.
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