Merry Christmas Ayla

As traditions of little Parkdale town, they always celebrated Christmas and other Holidays together at the town center.

As planned we were to have late breakfast then head into town and join in the celebrations till we felt tired then retreated back to the cabin.

Slowly uncurling myself from the ball I had thrown myself in, I went to the bathroom to relieve myself before heading downstairs leaving Jason in bed snoring.

Following the smell of bacon, i found myself in the kitchen staring at a half dressed Mason listening to In The Stars by Benson Boone

"Hope the noise I am making didn't wake you?" he asked, removing my attention from his very naked and delicious chest, then added,"Merry Christmas Ayla".

"No. The smell did,"I said, moving to the plate of bacon and snagging a few," Merry Christmas to you too Mason,"I wished back with a smile.

Biting into the meaty richness my eyes closed savoring the taste when I made a low rumble from my stomach that had me shooting open my eyes.

Well that's new, I thought.

I was about to say sorry when  Mason turned to me saying,

"Glad you liked it. I thought I had lost my touch after not cooking for so long," he graced me with a smile.

Pulling myself on the counter, i asked,

" Yeah, I heard Monica say something like that. Why did you stop?" Taking a bite of the banana pancakes he had made.

"Well. Cooking meant I had to be around mum. And after what happened, being around her was the last thing I wanted," he said finishing up the sausages.

"Why? What happened?" I inquired, my mouth filled with pancakes and sausages.

I was probably splashing some on him, but honestly I couldn't care less. I was too hungry to care about eating manners.

Looking at me for a while, he replied," Mum cheated on dad"

I could tell he wanted to say more but he didn't continue.

"Sorry about that," I said , clearly out of words to say about it.

Monica didn't look like the type to cheat, plus she and Anthony love each other and I doubt Anthony would be so forgiving of such an act.

"I knew you would be down here," a voice sounded from behind me.

" Yep. Food woke me,"I replied to Jason when he came into my line of sight.

"I heard the girls asking if you are joining them to get ready?" He asked, leaning on the counter next to me.

"Yeah sure," I replied, jumping down from the counter and grabbing two more sausages before heading to the room that Sam and Diana share.

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Diana's POV

"It feels like ages since we last hung out," I commented, crossing my hands with Ayla and Sam as we moved along with the throng of people.

"Yeah. That's true. Let's at least spend  half the day together before we all separate,'' Sam suggested, shooting me narrowed eyes, probably remembering kevin and mine's whispered conversation while walking to town.

" I heard there are some games here too. Let's play some, then go into those small dainty shops we passed through when we came into town," Ayla suggested, her eyes already trained on a festive game.

Her look reminds me of mine when I was young and it was the first time dad had enough money to take us to carnival. It was really fun.

I miss those days, I thought as we moved closer to the game Ayla was set on trying.

"Finally found you," a voice whispered, sending chills down my spine.

Currently we were at an antique shop that sold jewelry. To be honest there was nothing interesting here but Ayla kept insisting that she still wanna look around, and we separated as she, Sam and Oliver went with one of the employees to the back to see other displays leaving me browsing around at the front of the store.

"I did not know I was lost,'' I quipped back, moving away from the warmth emanating from him.

"I was promised a day," he continued, ignoring what I said.

"The girls and I are hanging out," I told him, turning around to face him.

"They seem okay with me," he said, pulling me away from the store ignoring my protests.

Entering a small cafe, I was immediately blasted by warm air pulling me away from the threshold and instantly ceasing my protests.

The small café held the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries hitting me like a welcoming hug. The space was cozy and inviting, with worn wooden floors and brick walls adorned with local art. 

A few small tables were scattered around the room, each one holding a vase with plastic dandelions and the cafe empty except for one waitress. A warm fire crackles in the fireplace, adding a comforting ambiance to the space. 

The counter at the back is stacked with all manner of baked goods, from fluffy croissants to decadent brownies.

We take a seat at a table near the window, savoring the view of the bustling street outside enjoying the festivities.. The sound of gentle jazz music fills the air, a mellow soundtrack to our mid morning.

Looking at the smiling faces of the passersby,I asked ," why are we in here and not out there?"

"Cause out there, there are people," he smiled signaling the only waitress around to come take our orders.

The waitress steps out from behind the counter, a friendly smile on her face. 

"Am apparently required to be nice. But for crying out loud  its a fucking holiday and i wanna have fun too. So could you please get out," she asks her voice soft almost begging

"But-" I began.

"It's fine. We can just head home," Kevin said cutting me off

"Thanks a bunch," she smiled, skipping away.

"Before you start complaining. Pretty sure you wouldn't want to work on Christmas. And yes I'm going to cook," he said as we made our way back to the cabin.

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"Does that mean we get to continue what we started?" He asked with a lazy smile on his face but eyes showing how worried he was  if I refused.

Currently we are at the cabin house on the couch eating the spaghetti and meatballs that Kevin made.

The food was definitely better than mine, and it had me moaning but mostly because I was really hungry.

And that stupid sound brought up the topic of the last kiss we shared.

Choosing to play stupid, I asked" Continue what?" A confused look playing on my face.

Since that day I haven't been able to stop thinking about the kiss and wanting more of it. And just thinking about it was making butterflies start to swarm my stomach.

Taking a mouthful of spaghetti i looked up only to find Kevin drawing closer to me and eyes dilated

"Does it?" making eye contact, he asked 

"D- does it what?" 

He looks me in the eyes and asks " does it mean we can continue our kiss?" 

I can't let go of eye contact but I can see the vampire diaries season that Alya was watching last night, end. Silence echoes through the house ringing painfully through my eyes. My eyes drip down onto his soft plum lips. They look so gentle and warm, I can almost taste them again. So many feelings pump through my body and then I do something crazy, something I've never done before. 

I pull him down by his collar and kiss him. Kiss him like crazy, pulling him in as much as I can. His hands hold onto my waist, It makes me clingy. It makes me want more and more, but when I am excited I forget to use my lungs, my father used to tell me that. 

Oh my god why am I thinking of my father while I kiss him. We pause, stopping to take a breath, I whisper in his ear. 

"Maybe". His hands are still around my waist and the biggest smile I've ever seen spreads across his face. I kiss him gently one last time before getting up to clean the dishes and the mess he made in the kitchen.

"Nah ah. Not today blacky. You are not running away from me," Kevin said following me to the kitchen.

Which I hoped he would.

"Blacky?" I questioned turning to face him as I stood by the counter.

"Yeah. Cause you are my mistress of black but its to long so blacky for short," he said drawing closer to me. Slow and easy as if he were a predator and I, his meal, a meal he hasn't had for so long.

Ignoring the feelings rising in me, I asked" My? And blacky is the worst pet name i have heard"

"Yes my. Cause you are my girlfriend and i wasn't going for a romantic pet name. This one suits you."

His voice a low rumble  he dipped down and kissed me hard, eliciting a moan from me from the kiss and his sudden possessiveness.