Chapter fourteen

His first thought when he woke was that the floor of the tent was unbelievable cold and hard.  The second, as he opened his eyes, was that the sleeping bag had a threadbare flannel lining upon which could still be seen as the dim figures of Santa Claus and his team of reindeer. And the third, which quickly became by far the most important, was the fact that the soft, naked woman in his arms was sneakily trying to slither out of the sleeping bag. 

"Good morning, Annie," he said.

She twisted around, her eyes wide and frightened. His gaze drop to her chest, which she unsuccessfully tried to cover with one arm while groping for her T-shirts . Her body was spectacular by daylight, what little, wiggling bits of her he could glimpse. Deep pink nipple poked impertinently over her arm and his usual morning erection began to throb painfully. Down, boy, he told himself. After last night's marathon, Annie was going to think he was a sex maniac. Which, come to think of it,