He reaches over and turns off the lamp, the tree the only thing glowing in the room, and the sigh that escapes him is full of contentment.
“I could sit like this with you forever,” he admits, his mouth right at my temple before he kisses me there.
“That sounds dreamy,” I agree in a faint whisper.
“What do you want for Christmas?” he asks me minutes later, startling me. I thought he’d fallen asleep. I was almost asleep myself, lulled by the sound of his steady heartbeat.
“I already have everything I could ever want.” I tilt my head back, smiling up at him. “I don’t need anything else.”
“Not even a trip to Maui?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “In February? For Valentine’s Day? What do you think?”
“That’s a lot of questions to ask me right now,” I tease and he rolls his eyes. “I think that sounds amazing.”
“I think you’re amazing.” He kisses me again, his lips lingering. “I love you, Maise.”
“I love you too, Tucker.”
And I do.