“You are so fucking hot,” Sam whispers from my bed as I finish my turn.
His words make me feel like less of an idiot as I wear nothing but wrapping paper taped around my body in the shape of an extremely short, strapless dress. I crinkle when I move, and good God why is the overhead light still on? It’s too bright in here, making me feel even more foolish.
With two quick claps of my hands, the bright light extinguishes and the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room turns on, bathing the room in soft twinkling lights instead.
“What are you doing? Now I can’t see that hot body of yours?” Sam asks, clapping his own hands.
The bright light blinds me when it flashes back on and I stomp my foot, immediately clapping my hands in irritation.
“It’s too bright in here, and I feel dumb.”
In reply, Sam sits up on my bed and—clap, clap.
“Dammit, cut it out! It’s better with the light off,” I whine.
Clap, clap.
“No, YOU cut it out. I can’t see just how hot you are and dream about slowly unwrapping you without the light on,” he fires back.
Clap, clap.
Clap, clap.
Clap, clap.
We got back and forth until the flashing of my bedroom light looks like a strobe light and my eyes start to go all squirrelly and I can barely even see Sam anymore.
“I can do this all night, you know,” Sam laughs.
Clap, clap.
The stupid clapping is suddenly interrupted with knocking.
“Pssssssssst. Hey, are you guys having a rave in there? I saw strobe lights,” Aunt Bobbie whispers through the door. “I’ve got Ecstasy if you need it. Good stuff, really trippy.”
I glare at Sam who is now bent over laughing on my bed, too busy finding this extremely funny to bother with his fucking claps.
Clap, clap.
The room is pitched into darkness one last time and I glare at Sam, hoping he can see by the glow of the tree that I mean business.
“We’re not having a rave, Aunt Bobbie,” I yell out to her. “Aren’t you supposed to be outside greeting people who come to see the lights?”
Seriously, I just want some alone time with Sam. Is that too much to ask?
“Honey, I’m wearing Manolo Blahniks. Do you honestly think I’m going to go traipsing around in the snow in these beauties? Puh-lease,” she replies with laugh. “Okay, there’s some vodka calling my name. Toodaloo! But seriously, let me know if you want any E, Leon. It really makes things sparkle.”
I shake my head as I hear her heels clicking on the hardwood and make their way downstairs to, hopefully, pass out in front of the fireplace.
“Well, that was fun,” I tell Sam as he slowly pushes himself up from my bed and walks over to me.
He wraps his hands around my bare upper arms and turns me around, moving me backward until my legs bump into my bed. He guides me down to the bed until I’m sitting, the crinkle of the wrapping paper as I move filling the quiet room.
I watch as he silently gets down on his knees, moves his hands to my upper thighs, and slowly spreads my legs far enough for him to scoot between them.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hands move to the wrapping paper covering my crotch.
“Unwrapping my present. Shhhhh…”
Resting my hands on the bed, I lean back and watch the gleam in his eyes as he stares at the paper covering me, the gentle rrrrrrriiiiiiip of it as he takes his time tearing it away, triggering my blood to heat up and my heart to race.
“You know, most people rip this stuff off as fast as they can,” I suggest as he grabs another corner and slowly tears it away until my bare * is on full display for him.
Even though I felt foolish wrapping and taping myself into a sheet of Christmas paper when he requested it, at least I was smart enough to leave the bra and underwear on the bathroom floor. Going by the sharp intake of breath from him, it was a genius idea.
“I’ve never gotten a present before. I want to savor the experience,” he mutters. “Holy shit…this is the best present ever.”
I spread my legs a tiny bit more, feeling bold and confident now that I got my way and my final claps left the bright overhead light off.
“Fuck it,” he mumbles, grabbing what’s left of the wrapping paper that dangles from my chest with both hands and ripping it completely off my body until I’m sitting in front of him fully naked.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers, his palm resting against my stomach and slowly sliding down, the tips of all four of his fingers brushing softly over my bare *.
“So smooth and soft,” he whispers, his fingers continuing to almost pet me as he bends forward and presses his lips to my inner thigh.
“Holy hell,” I mutter as he kisses his way up the seam of my leg until he gets to my *, his lips giving it the tiniest of kisses before he lifts his head and peers up at me.