The next morning, Deucalion woke to a shaking bed.
"Wake up, Duke! Come on!"
Groaning, he waved a hand at her before rolling over to his other side toward the window. "Stop, Allison."
"You promised tree shopping today for the house. Now, get up!"
"It's too early," he mumbled into the pillow. "They're not even open yet."
The bed gave a particularly big jump before bouncing slightly. He suspected she'd dropped to her knees.
Leaning over him, she draped her body over his. "It's eleven. Please?" Her lips were at his jaw, moving down to his neck and shoulder. They ended in a kiss on his bicep. "Please, please, please?"
He couldn't say he hated the way she was persuading him out of bed. Her lips were warm and soft.
Christmas Eve was just a couple weeks away. Allison had been busy decorat
