She’s seen it on all the TV shows, when there is a third occupant in a bed that doesn’t belong, the chances of some loving plummets.“Ashley its Christmas” Spencer whined, then suddenly started to smile. “You know Ash, if you let little Cliff sleep with us, I’ll give you a gift later tonight. I was going to save it for tomorrow night, but if you behave I can make it happen sooner.” Spencer husked against Ashley’s ear, making her moan happily.
“What with the dog?” Ashley scrunched up her face in confusion.
“Ashley. He’s a dog, he won’t even notice. And if he does, who is he going to tell.” Spencer laughed as she turned round to door. Ashley watched as her hopefully future fiancé after Christmas strutted away into their room.
Ashley’s smirk said it all; it was most definitely going to be Christmas tonight in the Davies Carlin household.
