Chapter 20
Christmas morning starts out quietly; nobody stirs. But soon, the sounds of laughter fill the house.
I lie beside Philip in bed, listening to the spirited voices beyond our bedroom door. “Hey, sexy beast,” he growls into my ear as he rolls over. Which means one thing: he wants to fool around.
When we emerge from the bedroom an hour later, showered and dressed, feeling rejuvenated, I hear him whisper behind me as he kisses my neck with his tongue, “You’re like an untamed lion in the morning hour.”
I smirk and slap his curious hands away from my behind. “Let’s get some breakfast. I’m famished.”
“After that workout, that makes two of us.”
We join our families in the dining room where both of our mothers have decorated the table with our best china.
“It’s a special occasion,”
