A Whiskey Run Christmas

Willow
Christmas is everything. New beginnings, a time when anything can happen. I have the best job, my own home, and things are good... until the holidays roll around.
The only thing missing for me?
Someone to share the joy of the season with. Well...life in general. I've tried it all.
Speed dating, setups, nothing ever sticks.
Then I met a tall, dark haired, sexy stranger... well, ran into him, literally. As in spilled a hot beverage all over the front of him. Ooof... looks like this holiday season is about to heat up... and I'm not talking about the cider.

Oliver
Christmas has taken over Whiskey Run, and I can hardly stand it.
New to town, I didn't realize the holiday would shove itself down my throat.
Then I met her - sexy body, great smile, the prettiest eyes - and promptly prepared myself for a scorching, but not in the way you're thinking. No. This one comes in the form of hot liquid all over my crotch.

As I let her show me around the festivities, one after another, I realize there's more to us than just some holiday libations. When we get snowed in... well, let's say things quickly melt the ice and heat up the night.