Chapter 22

Following Sandy’s clean-up and their naughty, morning act, they kiss. Jonah’s solid chest slides against Sandy’s. Their mouths meet, fall apart. They intensely breathe and the bedroom feels as if it catches on fire. Pecs touch. Palms stray to bare hips. The morning stench of sweat, semen, and bad breath mix within the room, circles around them; a recipe of new day lust.

It’s Sandy who says first, “I love you. You’re making this the best Christmas, even if the Icicles are half-baked.”

Jonah laughs at the comment. “Trust me, they’re more than half-baked. They’ve lost all their sanity.” He kisses Jonah again, pulls away. “Do you really love me?”

Sandy nods. “Every little quirk you have. We’re meant to be together.”

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They shower together, kiss under the spray, dry off, and dress for the day in festive sweaters, jeans, and thick socks. Afterwards, they head downstairs, ending their travels in the kitchen.