“No.” She laughs. “It’s a standard recipe, but I like to add a little something to the sauce.”
“What’s that?”
“Worcestershire sauce. I like the bite it gives the sandwich.”
“Delicious.” I wipe my mouth with the napkin she brought and hop out of bed. “Now it’s time to give you your Christmas gift.”
“Wait, you got me a Christmas gift? We said we weren’t doing gifts.”
Grabbing a sweatshirt from my closet, I yank it over my head and go to the small tree that sits on the coffee table.
“And I ignored you.”
“Tag!” Liv shrieks from the bedroom. “All I did was make you breakfast.”
Strolling back into the room, I hold the poorly wrapped box behind my back. Wrapping presents is a skill I’ve never been able to master.
“You gave me a bacon butty and a blow job. How could I ever want anything more than that?”
“Stanley Easton. You cannot give me a present for that in exchange.”
I love that she can’t even say the word. My sweet, posh Olivia. Fuck, do I ever love her. Which is why I got her a present. I’m head over heels for this woman, and I wanted to get her something to express this. Telling her? Well, I don’t know if she’s at the same point as me, so I don’t want to scare her away.
Baby steps.
“Open it.”
Liv pops open the box and her jaw drops. “Tag. This is beautiful.”
It’s a simple gold necklace with three small diamonds set in the middle of the chain. Nothing fancy or over-the-top.
“Not as beautiful as you.” I take the necklace from the box and clasp it around her neck.
Olivia cups my cheeks. “You are so cheesy, but I love it.”
Her eyes are sparkling as she drops her forehead to mine. The faint smell of her perfume makes me want to blurt out how much I love her. How much she means to me.
Before I can get the words out, a knock echoes in the tiny apartment.
“Who’s that?” Olivia asks.
“I have no idea.”
But needing to be somewhat put together to find out, I grab the sweats rumpled on the floor and step into them.
Pulling open the door, I’m met with a surprise.
“Natalie. What the hell are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet your favorite sister?”
I roll my eyes at her and open the door for her. I don’t let her get far before hugging her to me. I didn’t realize just how much I missed her until now.
“Umm, who’s this?” Liv pops out of the bedroom, dressed for the day.
Damn, that’s a shame.
“Liv, this is my sister, Natalie. Natalie, this is…” My girlfriend? Shit. We never actually discussed this, and I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Especially on Christmas.
