Kiara
The scent of breakfast greets me even before I open my eyes, enveloping me in a familiar embrace that reminds me of Christmas mornings from my childhood. I swiftly get out of bed and throw on some pajamas, just in case Candice returned in the early hours of the morning.
I haven't felt this excited in years. Even with Jordan, when we used to visit his parents' house, it served as a stark reminder of their wealth. The large amounts of money they spent on decorations and gifts could likely sustain a small country.
I step out of the bedroom to discover Trey, standing at the stove, wearing only a red apron. His muscular ass flexes as he expertly flips a pancake onto a plate.
"Well, damn. Merry Christmas to me," I giggle, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He chuckles warmly, "Merry C
