After doing it several times, we finally sat down to eat the cake I had baked for Eric – though it was more like lunch now. I even changed my clothes as to avoid any desires for yet another round of s*x, but Eric then insisted on us taking a shower together where, well, you can guess what happened.
“You don’t have to do any of that. It’s just a night like any other.” I insisted as Eric did not leave the kitchen most of the afternoon. He cooking what seemed like a feast for twenty when it was just us.
“No it’s not! It’s your first real Christmas Eve, so I’ve got to make it memorable.” he insisted and I rolled my eyes.
I sat down on the couch reading while he shut himself in the kitchen and forbade me to enter. It is not like I am not thankful for his efforts, but really it is just a day
