The house lay silent, excited minds had fallen quiet long ago, lost in deep pits of sleep.
I sat downstairs amongst rolls and rolls of wrapping paper, illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree.
It was so like me to be so last minute. I had to be better next year.
A cup of cocoa floated above me as Dan handed me a cup. Trying my best to escape the destruction that lay all around me I reached up and grabbed the cup. A melee of small pink and white marshmallows bobbed on top of the chocolatey pool.
I took a sip of it, the world seemed to stop and time stood still. I was at one with this mug of hot sugary goodness. I could kiss Dan, in fact I was.
I placed the cup down on the coffee table. Got up and placed my lips on his. A startled look crossed over his eyes before he could take it all in. I pointed up at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling and he relaxed. Our lips found each other again and danced together.
He tasted like cinnamon, I wanted this kiss to last forever. I had wanted this kiss for forever, ever since Olu brought him home all those years ago. Now I was. The teenager inside of me danced and giggled with glee.
Our kiss intensified and my senses were turned up a notch.
This was my Christmas gift, all unwrapped and ready for me.
We broke free from our enchantment and I looked down at the floor. Shame flamed my cheeks.
It’s funny hour the spur of the moment can have you doing all kinds of crazy things, but that moment after. Wow the shame is so powerful.
I looked up and he was staring at me. He held my gaze not allowing me to break free of his eyes. The same eyes I had wanted to gaze into mine like this, for so long.
He took my hand into his and stroked my thumb.
Our eyes spoke unspoken words and our mouths began another dance. I guess the wrapping could wait another hour.