She's Mine

The pine needles stick to my palms, and I hiss, dropping one hand.

Ryker yells, “Jessa! Tell me when you let go.”

He grunts as he takes more of the tree. We fight against the door frame and I cannot help the laughter that bubbles inside of me.

Trying to maneuver the tree through the door and into the living room is almost comical. The branches snag on the doorway, and Ryker grumbles under his br