Page 88 of One Winter Knight
Lights?
“Santa left us a tree? Did we get any presents?” Hale tossed his jacket on the floor, then did a jump-scare. “Fuck, the dolls scared me.”
I froze as I noticed them. We didn’t leave them by the tree.
“Oh, I asked the hotel to bring us a tree. It’s not Christmas without one,” Dusty replied, hanging up his coat and Hale’s. “They probably moved the dolls.”
Relief coated me. “Oh good. I’m glad they’re not moving around while we’re out.”
If the guys saw fae cats when high, the idea of toys moving when we weren’t around wasn’tthatfar-fetched.
Carlos helped me with my coat. “I have presents upstairs. I’ll put them under the tree. We’ll do Christmas after we sleep a little?”
“Sure. It’s so nice and warm in here.” Tossing his hat on the table and kicking off his boots, Hale fell onto the couch.
“Sounds good. Are we going to have Christmas food after we sleep or are you all hungry now?” Dusty went to the fridge and started throwing bottles of water at us.
Carlos caught one, opened it, and handed it to me. I downed most of it.
“I’m pretty full. It smells good. But my bed smells better. Um, I mean, feels better? I want my bed more?” Laughing, I took off my boots, trying not to fall over.
“I most definitely want to get back on the slopes after sleep and food.” Saoirse took my hand. “Bedtime.”
“Okay.” I kissed Carlos and let Saoirse lead me upstairs.
I showered, put on my jammies and crawled into bed, the room nice and dark. Housekeeping had changed the sheets. Mmmm, clean sheets.
“Fiona, are you asleep?” Carlos said softly through the cracked open door.
“Not yet. Oh, you and Hale were going to spend the night with me. I forgot.” I patted the mattress.
He crawled into bed and pulled me to him. “Hale’s passed out on the couch.”
“That’s okay. I think I just want cuddles. I’m so tired.” I rested my head on his chest. Carlos pillow. Very nice.
“That sounds perfect. We had a big day. I’ll hold you.” Carlos stroked my hair.
A needy little whine escaped from my chest. “Wedon’t do this enough. You do love me, right? I haven’t even met your family or friends?”
“I love you so much, Mi Reina. I’ve been a little afraid to say it, and introduce you to everyone, because you’re too good for me. I’m waiting for you to come to your senses and dump my ass,” he confessed.
“What? Never?” I looked up at him and scowled. “You are my Pumpkin. Not even my dads can say otherwise.”
How could he say such things about himself?
“That makes me feel so much better. I’m in love with you, Mi Reina, and while I will share you, I don’t want to lose you.” His voice broke.
“As long as you can share me with Saoirse, I’m yours.” My inner omega danced in happiness at his confession. “I haven’t even been to your place. You always come to mine.” My lower lip jutted out in a pout.
“I live in a one bedroom, in the same building as my family. But…” He tipped my head up so I met his eyes. “Secret?”
My heart thumped in my chest. “I love secrets.”
“When you come over and stay with me for New Years, it’ll be in my new place. Which will probably have no furniture. But I’m hoping you can offer suggestions?” He continued to stroke my hair.
I sucked in a breath. “You bought a place? And you want my help decorating, and I get to be the first to stay over?”
“You do. There’s even enough room for Saoirse. Everyone can be comfortable… and if you want to move in at some point, we can even turn the basement into assassin headquarters. It’s a townhouse.” His pleading look went straight to my heart.
