“It’s just?—”
“It’s Christmas Eve. Whatever that was, it was festive.” I’ll use her love of the holidays against her, I don’t care. “If you want to do it again tonight in front of the Christmas tree, I won’t mind.”
“You won’tmind?”
“I’m playing it cool. Wouldn’t want you to know how desperate I am do it again.”
She smiles despite herself.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” I grin back.
She rolls onto her back and tugs her leggings up and over her hips again. “They’ll be here soon.”
The second attempt to redirect us back to the task of making sure the Minelli Family Christmas is perfect.
Note taken.
“All right.” I roll off the bed. “What do we need to do in here?”
“They’ll bring a playpen for the boys to sleep in, so we just need to get our bags out of here.” Her eyes soften. “I, um, bought you a present I need to wrap, too.”
I clutch at my chest. “A present and you came on my face? I am not worthy.”
“Shut up.” But she’s giggling. “Can you go grab a set of sheets from the hallway closet? And knock when you come back but I’ll wrap it quickly.”
I take a detour through the bathroom to wash my face and hands. I’d keep Rory imprinted on my skin all afternoon if we weren’t going to be hugging family members any minute.
Then I find fresh linens.
When I return, she’s added a newly wrapped present to the top of the bag of gifts.
She tracks my gaze. “It’s just something small. It’s okay if you didn’t?—”
“I got you something, too.”
“Oh.” She jerks her eyes to the sheets in my hand. “Let’s make the bed.”
“I got it. Why don’t you pack up your clothes for our move downstairs? Everything of mine is still in my bag.”
She turns to the dresser, but as soon as I pull the blanket and the sheets off the bed, she’s back, trying to insert herself into the task.
Irritation flares. “I’m perfectly capable of making a bed, Rory.”
She doesn’t even look at me. “I know you are.”
“Do you?” I mutter under my breath.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
She snatches a pillow and yanks off the pillowcase. “Didn’t sound like nothing.”
I know that Rory knows I can make a bed. “I don’t know where that came from.”
“It’s just what we do. We made it a lot longer than ninety minutes, though, so…” She closes her eyes and takes a long, deep breath. “It’s okay.”
“Yeah. We’re both probably on edge.” Except I thought the orgasms would help with that. But on the other side of them there’s just more tension.
