Chapter 22
The next morning, they sat down to exchange their gifts. Christmas breakfast included an especially large offering from room service, including French toast, fresh fruit, oatmeal, two kinds of omelets—one veggie-filled and one with four types of meat—coffee, cookies, and muffins. The two could never finish it all, but they needed the unbridled excess. Sharing it together on a winter morning with no one else to get in the way. Just the two of them.
Terrell brought the presents over as they started eating. “You go first,” he insisted. With a big smile, he pushed a package toward Dakota. It was neatly wrapped in gold and brown paper.
He picked the box up and shook it. “You sure?”
“Umm, yeah. Just open it!”
“Okay, okay.” He kissed him softly before ripping open one end of the g
