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My phone rings, pulling my attention back to thepresent. I sigh in relief at Aspen’s name on my screen as I rush to answer.

“Hey, baby, I’m so sorry, my phone died and it’s been a rough night,” she says quickly.

“Are you okay?” I ask, probably sounding more scared than I realize if my family’s concerned expressions are anything to go by.

“Yes. I’m completely fine. Parker had some diabetic complications and ended up in the hospital. He’s fine too, but I think Oakley is on the way…” she trails off.

“To Atlanta?” I check

“Yeah.” She laughs.

“Well, I’m glad he’s okay, that sounds scary. Are you sure you’re good?” I ask again. She sounds exhausted.

“I am, I promise. But can I call you back in, like, an hour? I need to go home and shower the hospital smell off me, but then maybe we could FaceTime before I finally get some sleep?” she asks.

“Of course.”

I’ve excusedmyself to the guest room I’m staying in when Aspen calls again. I had planned to FaceTime tonight anyway, and had packed a little surprise for her,but at the last second I panic and aim the phone up so she can’t see me.

“Sage? Are you there? Why am I looking at your ceiling fan?” she asks, sounding amused.

“Hey, Aspen,” I say, going for casual but my voice shakes a little. “I’m here. What are you up to? And are you alone?” I ask quickly.

“Yes, I’m alone in my room,” she answers slowly. “How about you?”

“Oh, thank God.” I exhale, turning the camera to a normal angle so that we can see each other.

“Baby, are you wearing Christmas lingerie for me?” She gasps, eyes wide in obvious delight at my outfit.

“We’re always together so we’ve never had need for phone sex, and I thought it could be a fun little surprise,” I explain. “But I also know you had a really rough day, so we don’t have to actually do anything. I just wanted to show you what I got.” I laugh, propping the phone up on some pillows so I can stand and show her the full ensemble.

“Oh, we’re definitely fooling around. Who needs sleep?” she adds.

I’m wearing a red satin bra that’s tied up like a bow between my breasts, and there’s a matching bow on my thong. I do a little twirl for her, laughing as she hoots and whistles. “I know that lingerie is normally your thing, but I saw this and thought it looked fun,” I say.

“Very fun,” she agrees in a sultry tone I’ve come to know well over the last few months. “I’m just sad I can’thelp untie you myself. I didn't realize you were such a tease, baby.”

“Isn’t that the thrill of a video call?” I ask as I slowly run my hands over the edges of the ribbon. “To tease each other a little bit.”

“Sage, I need you to untie that ribbon immediately,” she demands, but I just continue to play with the ends of it.

“I think it’s your turn to lose some layers first,” I suggest. “Even if you weren’t expecting the call, I bet you have something gorgeous on.” She’s had the camera only showing her face so far, not that I’m actually complaining.

“I’m in my pajamas at my parents house, with my fake boyfriend; I brought the least sexy things I own.” She laughs, moving back from the phone to show off a very cute green satin camisole set.

“I was right,” I insist. “Stunning.” She smirks at my response, even though her cheeks darken a bit.

She isn’t wearing any makeup and her wet hair is up in a loose bun after her shower. She truly is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I feel so privileged to have access to this version of her. The polished, badass designer that the world sees is amazing in a different way, but this is my Aspen, the one I’ve loved for the last eleven years. Knowing I’m the only one who gets to share these moments with her truly makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“I love you, Sage,” she whispers.

“Love you too, Aspen.”

“Please untie the ribbon,” she begs, making me laugh.

“Only if you take off your shirt,” I say with a wink, and she whips the shirt off so quickly I almost miss it. “What happened to teasing?” I ask, still laughing.

“I didn’t want to miss yours.” She shrugs, her nipple piercings glinting with the movement.