It's the sight of Kit. He's standing in the kitchen in jeans and a snug t-shirt, a cup of coffee in his hands, a smile lighting up his expression.
It's the way he still looks at me like I'm his favorite thing in the world.
I also like seeing that couch, the place where we had our first kiss and our first fuck, every day.
But nothing can compare to all the joy in his expression.
He moves close enough to hand me a cup of coffee and plant a kiss on my lips. "You look cute in those pajamas."
I do look cute in my hot pink flannel pajamas, but that's not why I'm blushing. It's the tone of his voice, the way it reminds me that he still doesn't sleep in pajamas.
That I'm only sleeping in these pajamas because his parents are staying with us.
Fuck, he's looking at me like he's thinking about ripping off my pajamas.
"Thank you." I take a long sip of my coffee. It's good black. I add enough cream and sugar to make it perfect. It's so perfect I let out a low, deep moan after my next sip.
He cocks a brow. "Should I be jealous?"
"Maybe." I take another sip. This time, I play up my moan.
Kit pries my fingers off my cup, one by one. He takes the mug and sets it on the counter. Then he's pulling me into his arms and planting a slow, deep kiss on my lips.
His tongue slides into my mouth.
His palms press into my lower back.
He's so much better than coffee.
I sigh as our kiss breaks.
He smiles, triumphant, and nods to my mug. "Careful with that thing. My parents are upstairs. And I know you're incapable of keeping it down."
Heat spreads over my torso. The man knows how to play me like an instrument. He should. He has his hands on me nearly as much as he has them on his bass guitar.
"I could try." I polish off my coffee. "But I doubt it's going to happen."
He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. "You're my expressive thespian."
"No one says thespian."
"Teenage boys say it."
"Because it rhymes with lesbian."
His smile widens. "They still say it."
"And I'm the one who should be a lawyer." I leave my cup on the counter so I can get both my hands in his thick hair. I look up into Kit's dark eyes. "This is already my favorite Christmas ever and it's only eight-thirty."
"Mine too."
"Really?"
He nods.
I melt. I'm so gooey I can barely stand up straight. I've hated all family related holidays since my parents went MIA, but this year my first thought wasn't Mom and Dad still aren't around. It was I get to spend Christmas with my boyfriend.
With the man I love more than anyone.