Jack POV
It killed me last night to tuck her in my bed and kiss her sweetly before I went and took the hottest shower of my life. Hot water, for me, is like a cold shower for humans. Honestly, it didn't help. Even after I slid into the bed in the guest room, my only thoughts were of the beautiful woman in the next room. I throw the blankets off and make my way out of the room. I smile when I hear my pixie girl singing Christmas carols from my kitchen. Chrissy Kringle is in my kitchen, and she knows how I feel about her. It still seems surreal to me.
I make my way to the kitchen and stop dead at the sight in front of me. Chrissy is standing in boy-cut shorts and the tank top she wore last night. Her gorgeous a** is barely covered, and the tank top is riding up, exposing the creamy white
