Chapter 11I made it back to find Colby wedging the stem of the mistletoe in the top slat of the back of the lounger. I chuckled, and he spun, his face heating at being caught. But I thought it was sweet, and very like him. The mistletoe would be over our heads while we f****d. Made love. I snapped out the blanket to lay it over the lounger, set the bottle of lube close by, then pulled Colby into my arms. He settled against me with a happy sigh.
He squeezed me around the middle before lifting his face to look at me. His brow was furrowed. “You want this, right? You want to be mine even though my heart—”
I cut him off with a kiss, hard and fast, making sure he felt everything. When I pulled back, he was panting for air, his expression dazed.
“Yes.” Firm and solid, no hint of hesitation in
