Page 103 of Christmas at Black Cherry Retreat
‘Come with mea minute.’ She tugged on his hand and dragged him towards the door. ‘I need a breath of fresh air.’
Tom shivered as they stepped onto the porch, decked out in gleaming white fairy lights. ‘No problem. I arranged the freezing temperatures specially.’ He lifted her hand and spun her around. ‘I love the dress.’
‘I thought you would.’
He held her at arm’s length and studiedit properly. ‘It matches your eyes and shines. Like you.’
‘Goodness. I’ll think I’ve married a poet if you’re not careful,’ Fee teased.
‘Hardly. That’s it I’m afraid.’ Tom yanked her to him, crushing the dress but guessing she wouldn’t care. Now he gave her the kiss he’d wanted to earlier, holding nothing back and drawing soft moans from the back of her throat.
‘Not coldout here any more, is it?’ Fee joked. She fumbled in the folds of her dress and drew out a small camera from the pocket. ‘Selfie time. Smile.’ Holding out the camera she did several rapid clicks. ‘This is for our private album.’
‘We have a private album?’
Fee’s eyes sparkled. ‘Of course. Can you guess the title?’
‘Didn’t know they had to have one.’
She shook herhead. ‘Ignorant man. It’ssnow, candles, lights, Lulu and green stuff.’ Fee touched his cheek. ‘You gave me everything today. It could be hard to live up to.’
‘I’ll do my best. Always. Every day.’
‘I know. And so will I,’ Fee promised. There was nothing more to be said.
* The End *
