Pouting, I sat up and tried to touch it. “Let me see.”
He moved my hands away.
I glared at him. “Saint, you’re not being a stand-up guy right now.”
“Really? A stand-up guy fucks a drunk girl after picking her up from a bar fight?”
“Yes. That’s actually the very definition of a stand-up guy.”
“It’s not.”
Giving up on talking to him, I cupped his face in my hands and lowered to him, until the tips of our noses brushed. He didn’t move my hands away. Those blue eyes glowed in the shadowed room, watching me.
“Lay back down, Ivy.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to see this.”
“What?” I lay down and gazed up at the glass ceiling.
The first thing I noticed was an explosion of color. Greens, reds, oranges, and yellows burned like fire against a dark starry landscape. Stars glittered above us in the night sky. But even more, the Northern Lights dazzled the view. It was an ethereal display of colored lights shimmering across the universe.
I gasped. “That’s beautiful.”
“Magical even.”
“I must admit. It does look like magic.”
“I read that the Inuit thought the lights were their ancestors dancing in the sky.”
Instantly, I thought about the dream with my mother and how we walked in the sky and stepped on clouds.
Saint continued, “In Norse mythology, they thought these lights were a fire bridge to the sky.”
“A bridge?”
“Built by gods.”
I widened my eyes. “But what is it?”
“Big storms on the sun send gusts of solar particles hurtling across space.”
“So this is solar particles?”
“Or more specifically Earth’s magnetic field and atmosphere reacting to them.”
“Which means?”
He laughed. “I’m a chef, not an astronomer.”
“Well, you sounded so smart. I figured you could keep schooling me.”
“Since seeing this last night, all I’ve been doing is researching it. When I waited at the airport for you I was reading about it on my phone and hoping I could show you the view first.”
“You got your wish.” I looked at him. “Now if only I could get my wish.”
“If only you could.” He sat up, left the bed, and stood. His cock tented the front of his pants, reminding me of how big he was.
My heart sank. “Saint?”
He stuck his hands in his pants and adjusted his cock. “I told you that this Christmas will be different.”
“Okay. Fine.” I sat up. “But can we do this different part tomorrow and you fuck me now? That way I will really learn my lesson.”
He turned around and walked off. “You’re a horny little freak when you’ve been drinking.”
“Just because your name is Saint doesn’t mean you have to be one.”
He continued forward. “Trust me. My thoughts aren’t saint-like right now.”
“You should feel how wet I am.”
He stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Saint,” I begged. “Come back to bed, please.”
“No.” He walked over to the door and grabbed the knob.
“This is bullshit!”
He turned around and glared at me. “Too bad. I would love to be deep inside of your wet pussy tonight. But I happen to want more than that. I want your heart, your soul, and all of your time.”
And then he left.
“Asshole!” I picked up a pillow and slung it at the door. I fell back on the bed and let out a long breath. I was super horny and only Saint could take care of it. While I packed my vibrator, it was no replacement for his thick, long cock.
He was mad.
I understood.
But in the end, I was saving him.
I looked at the Northern Lights. The enchanted lines of color in the night sky soothed me. There, I remained—on my back, stargazing. Silence covered me like a blanket. My lids dropped over my eyes.
Minutes later, I passed out, sinking into the land of slumber.
In my dream, my body lifted from the bed on its own.
“What?” I gazed at my glowing hands. “I can fly?”
Blinking, I looked behind me and saw my physical body sleeping on the bed. My physical form had her mouth open. Drool dripped out of the corner of those lips.
“God, I’m so drunk.” I continued to rise and turned back to see me going straight to the glass ceiling. “No!”
I went right through it, feeling nothing.
“Oh fuck! That was. . .close. . .” I was outside of my villa, rising to the sky and close to touching the shimmering Northern Lights. My body shifted from horizontal to vertical. Still, I floated, almost standing on some invisible cloud. “W-where am I going? What’s happening?”
I looked at my hands. They brightened even more into this golden glow. I opened and closed my fingers. “What is this?”
I gazed down at my clothes. I no longer wore the outfit from last night. Instead, I had on a simple pair of white pajamas, similar to what I wore as a kid.
A deep voice sounded behind me. “It’s your spirit.”
I spun around, not even knowing I had control of my floating body.