Murder, Mayhem, Monsters, and Mistletoe

by Lindy Spencer

Sabine twisted her head around and looked up at Tyson. "What's on your mind right now that's giving you that face?"

  He smiled down at her. "No worries, darling. It was just something that's in the past."

  She turned in his arms, and when he could fully see her face, it was one that he remembered well. One full of promises that would last the rest of the day and into the night. "Speaking of the past, I think we should get reacquainted with each other." She broke from his embrace and started towards the bedroom.

  Tyson hesitated briefly. He should have listened to the voice in the back of his head telling him it was odd that an amnesiac wanted to hop in the sack with a man who simply told her he was her ex. He should have made her something to eat and suggested they watch a movie. He should have kept his dick in check. Instead, he had a very weak, human-like reaction and walked into the bedroom to join her.