"For those cookies? Definitely."
"So you really got me a gift this year?" Carly asks expectantly. If it weren't for her cookies, I'd sell Blake out. Instead I keep his secret as Blake nods.
"Fine, I'll give you the recipe."
"Good." He squeezes one side of my curvy ass as he says it, like we're in on some big conspiracy.
Not long after, we leave, both eager to spend time alone now that we've shared our feelings.
"My place or your place?" he asks after we wave goodbye and Blake promises to return Carly's car tomorrow morning.
"I think we should go to your place. I'm curious what's inside the home of a grumpy man like you."
"My home is boring. I want to see more of your art."
"You don't have any Christmas decorations, do you?"
"No."
"So that's settled, my place. And tomorrow, we'll decorate your home."
"But Christmas is today, what's the point of decorating?"
"It'll be Christmas until the New Year's. Or at least that's my rule."
"Fine, if it's your rule, it's my rule. I love Christmas now."
"You do, huh?"
"Christmas gave me the best present of my life. So I'm a converted man."
It's cheesy enough to make a whole bucket of fondue but my smile stays all the way home.
The moment the door of my apartment closes, Blake pins me against the wall.
"Weren't you curious about my art?"
"Yes, but I'm curious about this artistic body first." He plants soft kisses on my neck. "And I can tell you are too. Don't lie to me, Poppy. I can tell you've been eager to get out of Carly's place," he whispers near my ear sending shivers down my spine.
I bite my bottom lip. "Yes. I need this. I need you. You made me come too many times yesterday. And I haven't been able to see you. It's so unfair."
"I know, Poppy. I just couldn't. I was afraid I’d unravel if I were ever inside you. Afraid I wouldn’t allow you to leave me. But now, you're not going anywhere."
"I'm not." I grin, he smiles back. I still can't get enough of his smiles.
"I love you, Poppy," he says gently before kissing me.
There's an urgency in the kiss, each stroke of his tongue, my response filled with moans, we need this. This love is sudden and so intense we need to experience it, as if the physical needs to cater to the emotional side of this love.
"That way," I point. It's a tiny apartment so it wouldn't be hard to find out where my bed was but I don't want to stumble around the apartment. I want everything now.
He's quick to help me take off my clothes, leaving me completely naked aside from my panties, on display for him.
"This is a sight I'll never get over. Those wide hips, they leave me wrecked."
I blush at his stare, there's something I need to tell him.
"There's something you should know... I've never done this before."
