You looked in the mirror and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Dutch stood behind you, his hands firmly gripped on your waist.

“Isn’t this a Christmas miracle?” He chuckled.

Of course he would make you wear lingerie on Christmas. Your cheeks were bright red as you saw just how much skin was exposed.

“I think I’d like to unwrap this present.” He whispered in your ear, his hands roaming your body.