‘I was born and raised in a tropical country, so naturally the biting winter cold isn’t something that I’m used to. The charm of the snow wore off pretty quick for me and all I want now is my tropical heat back. I’ve become a little withdrawn and grumpy, something that Jacob notices immediately. Come Christmas morning, I wake up to him bringing me breakfast in bed. He massages my feet and tells me stories while I eat, and I can immediately feel my spirits lifting. When I’m done, I tell him a heartfelt ‘thank you’ for making me feel better, but he goes, “Oh, I’m not done.” He then sets aside the food tray, pushes me back down on the bed, and grabs the thick comforter to pull it over our heads, forming a cocoon around us. “I’ll keep you warm here,” he says in a husky voice. By the time he throws the comforter off our bodies, both of us are naked and very sweaty. The cold air doesn’t bother us one bit as we continue our Christmas morning romp, alternating between rough, relentless fucking to sweet, torturous lovemaking.’