Page 70 of O Goalie Night
“Move that strand slightly higher,” I instruct and he follows my directions. “A bit higher…too high. Right there! Now pull them slightly more to the front.”
He smirks at me over his shoulder and I allow myself a moment to enjoy the view.
“Am I being too bossy?” I ask.
“Not at all. Besides, I plan on being the one in charge later tonight.” He winks at me and my thighs clench.
I know I can be strong-minded, but so far I have thoroughly enjoyed his domineering side in the bedroom.
We hang the ornaments next. I’ve selected the navy and silver ones because they suit the colours of the room better than the red and gold. I try not to laugh watching Foster handle dainty glass ornaments in his massive paws.
“Like this?” he asks as he places a larger ornament on a sturdy branch.
“Perfect,” I reply, stepping back to admire our work. The tree is starting to come alive with colour and light and I’m having more fun than I have in ages.
Eventually, the ornaments are all hung and the tree looks spectacular.
“She is breathtaking,” I say as I gaze at it.
“She certainly is.” He’s not looking at the tree though.
I blush. “It just needs something for the top.” I glance around at the boxes strewn across the room wondering if I missed it.
“Will this one do?” Foster hands me a beautiful crystal star.
I hold the star in my hands, turning it slowly to catch the light. It's stunning. More intricate than any tree topperI've ever seen. The delicate details glisten, casting tiny rainbows around the room. I run my fingers over its smooth, cool surface.
“Foster, it’s beautiful. You do the honours.” I try to hand it back to him, but he shakes his head.
“Together.”
He places his hands on my waist and lifts me so high, I’m almost sitting on his shoulder. His arms around my thighs hold me steady as I lean forward and place the star in its rightful place.
He sets me down, and we stand back to admire our handiwork. I think I might cry again. The music, the lights, and most of all the company all making the night so magical.
“One last thing,” Foster says, grabbing a blanket and then my hand, leading me back to the foyer.
I slip on my boots without asking questions–it’s not like he’ll tell me where we’re going.
He wraps the blanket around my shoulders and guides me outside onto his front yard. The sun set hours ago and there isn’t much to see aside from the glittering snow.
Foster stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders. “Ready?”
“Ready for wha–”
Everything goes blindingly white. I gasp as the entire house lights up in a brilliant Christmas display. It's mesmerising, a winter wonderland. Every corner of Foster’s house is adorned with twinkling lights; there must be thousands of them.
It’s absolutely incredible.
I don’t say anything. At this point there’s nothing leftto say. The man has spent the last several hours making an amazing night more and more memorable.
I start to giggle. I’ve got so much joy in me and it’s the only release I’m capable of.
Foster grins as he pulls me into his chest. “Too much?”
“Never. Exactly the right amount.”
CHAPTER 28
