“Okay, I lied earlier. I do need some things, and a decent website is one of them.” He laughs. “Thank you, Hals.”
We eat breakfast at the kitchen table with my feet in his lap. A few inches to the left, and I’d wake the beast—thenI’dbe Finn’s breakfast. But I’m already pushing it. I have to be at work soon, and I still haven’t showered.
Finn massages the arch of my foot with one hand and shovels eggs into his mouth with the other. “I’ll miss you,” he says.
I melt a little. “At least I start my period today. I can already feel it. So you won’t be missing much.”
He grunts. “I like you for more than what you’ve got going between your legs,” he says. “But don’t be naïve enough to think I won’t fuck you on your period. It’s called a shower.”
I half roll my eyes. “God forbid you go a few days without sex.”
“Yeah? And you weren’t all over me last night?” he asks. “Sitting on my cock while the neighbors watched.”
My heart skips with his sudden dirty talk. It feels extra filthy in the daylight over eggs and bacon. Lying by his side last night had been like floating on a cloud. Sheets so soft, my body calm and sated. Heaven. “Amen.”
“Hmm?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I arch my foot in his hand. “You’ll text me, right?”
“All day long.”
“Will you post?”
He nods as he chews. “I have some great ones from earlier this week.” He winks. “And the one with the red bow.”
I blush. We had fun with that ribbon, tying it on all sorts of body parts.
Finn looked at me from the foot of the bed, camera in hand. “Spread out. Arms above your head.”
I did as he said, my insides clenching at his command. I was naked and turned on enough not to worry how my tits or stomach looked. He was in work mode and fully clothed, but once he got his shot, he’d fuck me.
When I was in position, he traded his camera for a fat, satin, cranberry-red ribbon we’d purchased at a giftwrapping kiosk. His eyebrows cinched as he secured my wrists together, tightening the bow just enough to pinch. “I wouldn’t mind finding you like this under my tree,” he said, getting onto the mattress.
I bit my bottom lip. “Maybe you will.”
He took the photo, the bow vibrantly red against my pale forearms, the ghost-white sheet.
Posing for him is an unrivaled sort of foreplay.
“You’ll send me a caption for that today or tomorrow?” he asks. “I want to post it on Christmas.”
I put my fork down. Finn’s been taking passages from my journal for most of our photos, but he wants something special for that one. An ‘enchanting’ caption he said. I’ve been trying, but I haven’t written anything decent since those couple days we were apart. The more I want to get it right, the harder it seems to be. “Sure,” I say. “I’ll give it some thought. Has anyone reposted since yesterday morning?”
“I haven’t checked.” He nods at my phone. “Why don’t you? Sign into my account.”
It takes me a moment to register his words. I try not to get too excited in case he’s teasing me. “Really?”
“My password is your name and December, all lowercase. Halston December.”
I try unsuccessfully to hold back a smile. “My name?”
“Yep. I changed it. Easier for both of us to remember.”
I push my plate away and pick up my cell, suddenly giddy. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”
“Why would I? I meant to give it to you a while ago. You going to finish your breakfast?”
I sign out of my own account and type Finn’s username into the login page.
