“I’m happy we actually made it here. I didn’t think we would.” I hear a hint of sadness in his voice as he says it which hits my heart. Turning him around to face me, I take his hands and bring them up to my lips.
“Whatever you want, at any time, I’llalwaystry and make it happen for you. I promise you that,” I say softly, kissing his fingertips gently.
His lips pull into a smile as he watches me. “I like the sound of that,” he says quietly. “I mean, you already made this happen.” He looks around the room, and I have to admit, I really did knock it out of the park.
Whenever I could these past couple of weeks, I’ve been picking up little things to make this Christmas special for him. I wanted this to be the first one he’d remember happily.
I brought up some small, multi-colored lights to hang around the window frames, to go along with the white ones that were already there.
In the corner, a small Christmas tree sits, a little crooked, but I like it that way, dressed in hand-me-down ornaments, a string of photos of us, and tinsel that keeps falling no matter how many times I fix it.
Two stockings I found at the restaurant hang on the wall near the heater, one red, one green, both a little lopsided from the tape not sticking well to the wood.
The cot’s covered in thick blankets and a couple of freshly washed pillows, since we…um…ruinedthe last ones.
Above it, the skylight window shows the sky filling with lazy flakes of snow, each one catching the light from the string bulbs like it’s glowing.
It’s not perfect, but…it feels like us. Warm, quiet, and full of love.
“We should capture this moment in time.” I chuckle, picking up my camera from the window sill.
Tobias jokingly groans, throwing his arms over his face. “I’m not feeling very photogenic right now, E.”
I gasp, grabbing his arms and shoving them down. “Are you kidding!? Look at you.” I smile, snapping a good shot of him by the Christmas tree. He rolls his eyes but indulges me all the same as the photographs print and slide out of the camera.
“Why do you like taking pictures of me so much?” Tobias asks, roaming the room slowly. He twirls his finger around a piece of tinsel, dripping from one of the shelves.
“Because you’re beautiful.”Snap.
“Is that why you love me?”
“If only it were that simple.” I smirk.Snap.“Get on the bed.” I order, tilting my head.
He narrows his eyes at me, stopping in his tracks. “Can I take off the sweater?”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, take it off.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “If you insist.” He jokes, as he grips the bottom of the sweatshirt and throws it off with one toss.
My eyes drop down his chiseled back as he makes his way to the cot in the middle of the room. We’ve added a few blankets since last time and a memory foam layer to make it more comfortable.
Tobias falls onto his back as he stretches his arms out above his head. “How’s this?”
I follow him to the bed, climbing over him until I straddle his lap. I snap a few pictures of his flawless face. “Oh, just perfect,” I murmur, letting my free hand glide up his chest to trace the line of his throat.Snap. Snap.
He swallows deeply, his hands roaming up my thighs until his thumbs knead my groin, making me gasp.
Snap.
His hips thrust upward uncontrollably, and I bite my lip, relishing the way his rigid dick, still stuffed in his joggers, presses against my ass.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice breathless and quiet. He reaches up for the camera. I look down at him as he stares up at me, eyes full of heat.
After what happened in senior year of high school, he’s never asked to take pictures of me.
But I trust him. I trust him more thananything.
I nod my head slowly, handing him the camera.
