Oh my gosh,we won.
We freaking won!
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see Spencer standing closer to me, twirling the crown around his finger. “What was that you said earlier about not caring if we won or not?”
He’s smilingmysmile, and I throw my arms around him and kiss him soundly, in front of the entire town. Not giving a damn who sees us.
When we break apart, he places the crown on my head while wearing another one of those crooked smiles I love so much.
“Thank you, for everything. For being the brilliant, talented, beautiful person that you are. This has been the greatest Christmas of my life, and I’m so glad I get to spend it with you,” he whispers into my ear. His hands cup my face and his thumbs wipe away the stray tears that are sliding down my cheeks. The look he’s giving me makes me feel like we are the only two people on the planet right now. “I love you, Phoebe.”
I’m pretty sure my heart just floated away and this must be Heaven. How is this my life? A few weeks ago I could have never imagined that this was a part of my future, of our future. After years of feeling lost and adrift in New York, I finally found what I was looking for, and it was right here waiting for me in Noelsville.
He was waiting for me.
I look up at Spencer. This amazing, wonderful, hunk of a man, and say the words that I’ve been wanting to scream at him since the day I met him a billion years ago, “I love you, too.”
After the celebratory dinner with our families, and the official announcement that we won the Mistletoe Feud this year, we exchanged gifts, and I’m proud to say that on top of winning the Mistletoe crown this year, I also won at giving the best gift ever.
While Spencer and I were shopping for supplies for our float, I saw the perfect gift for my parents. Or, I guess I should saypurrfectgift. My parents are now owners of two matching adult sized gingerbread man Christmas sweaters, and Little E has his very own matching one. The three of them look adorable in their matching outfits as they wave to us as we pull out of the driveway.
On the drive back to my parents house after the parade, Spencer and I decided that I wasn’t spending another night away from him.
I’ll fly back to New York in a couple of days, with an extra passenger added on. Spencer said he wanted to see New York, and I told him I wanted him to kiss the crap out of me in Times Square during the ball drop on New Year’s Eve.
The rest, we will figure out.
Tonight though, tonight is for us. And there is a giant ‘Do Not Disturb” sign on the door.
We don’t even make it through the door before we’re all over each other. His eager hands grip the zipper of my gingerbread onesie and he tugs it down slowly. When his cool hands graze my chest I shudder, and grab the back of his head and kiss him deeper as I tug his zipper down in return.
“Couch, or bed?” He asks with a shaky breath, his hands never leaving my body.
“Bed, then maybe the couch later. I plan on spending all night corrupting you and bringing you to the dark side,” I say in the most sultry voice I can muster. It’s difficult when my breathing is erratic and my heart is pounding loud enough to drown out every coherent thought in my head.
“Bed it is,” he says as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist, taking us both to his bedroom.
It doesn’t take long before we’ve both pulled every shred of clothing off of each other, and it’s just us, skin to skin, laying together under the duvet. I’ve already seen all of him, but this feels more intimate than any of our previous hookups. Maybe because now I know this is real, and that it isn’t all going to disappear in a puff of smoke as soon as this vacation is over.
“Hey, beautiful. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Spencer asks quietly as he draws circles up and down my back while I’m sprawled across him.
I place several kisses on his arms, shoulders, up his neck and jaw, until I’m kissing him reverently on his lips.
“I’m just thinking that I talk a lot of smack for someone who is extremely nervous right now,” I tell him, my voice shaking.
He gently tugs my chin up so I’m looking at him.
“We don’t have to go any further than where we are right now. I’ll be happy to just hold you all night long,” he promises.
“Oh no, I want this. I want you. I’m just feeling shy, I guess? It feels like this is epically more important than anything else we’ve done together,” I say as a blush creeps over my face.
“Well, as the virgin in the bed, cuddled up with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, who is totally naked I might add. I amextremelynervous that I’m going to let you down, and that you’ll decide that my lack of skills aren’t worth your time. Then you’ll just sneak out of bed and head back to New York without bothering to even leave a note on the counter.”
I reach up and flick his nose, making him gasp a laugh out.
“I would never do that to you. And I’m not expecting some wild night in the sack. I just want you, however you’ll have me.” I run my hands down his torso, stopping just below his belly button.
“For howeverlongyou’ll have me.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him in jest, making him howl in laughter.
