Page 116 of When He Was Mine

“It’s because I mean it,” he replied, taking my hand and leading me toward the shower.

“I love you,” I said huskily.

“I know.”

“Jerk.”

He chuckled. “There’s the sass I can’t get enough of.”

I giggled as he pushed me under the water and massaged shampoo in my hair. By the time we came out of the shower, our skin was like prunes. Oliver made sure to work me over with his tongue before he penetrated me against the tiled wall. We did this twice before we came out and dried each other.

“Thank you for a fun Christmas morning.”

“No, thank you, Miss Stewart.”

We stayed away from each other as we dressed for the day. There was an electrical charge in the air and if we ignited it again, we would never get out of here. I chose to wear a pair of jeans and a light blue cashmere V-neck sweater that Oliver had given me for Christmas. I topped it off by inserting beautiful sapphire studs in my ears, another gift from him. They reminded me of his gorgeous eyes.

Oliver chose a pair of black slacks and a gray cowl neck sweater. He looked handsome and almost boyish with his hair slightly tousled. By the time we left, it would be neatly styled. I went to him, rubbing at the scruff that lined his jawline.

“I like when you don’t shave.”

“You want me to grow a beard?”

“Not a beard but I like this,” I said as I rubbed his face.

I took my hand away as I saw his eyes grow dark. It was a look I knew well and signaled he was aroused.

“I think we should have a light breakfast,” he said.

“I’m starved but light is right because my mother will go crazy like every year. Prepare to be stuffed.”

Oliver puffed his chest out. “If she serves like she did on Thanksgiving, I’m ready.”

He took my hand, and we walked out to the kitchen where I found Trouble sleeping in his oversized dog bed. He raised his head when he saw us. I went to him, and he whined as I petted his soft baby fur, crooning about what a good boy he was. I let him get settled before I stood up and turned to see a spread of bagels, muffins and pastries on a tray.

“What’s this?” I asked, my eyes widening as I took in the spread on the table.

“Breakfast. Do you want a latte?” Oliver asked, already moving toward the coffee machine.

“Yes, please. When did you get these?” I picked up a cranberry muffin, my favorite.

“I ordered them and picked them up when I went downstairs to work out,” he replied, his back to me as he set up the machine.

“Why didn’t you have them delivered?”

“Because you’re nosy and I wanted it to be a surprise.”

I scowled at him, crossing my arms. “I’m not nosy. I’m curious.”

“That’s what you’re calling it?”

“It’s more appropriate.”

“Uh, huh,” he said with a smirk.

I couldn’t help but smile at his back as he busied himself with the latte. Taking a napkin, I bit into the muffin, savoring the tartness of the cranberries. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast while Oliver occasionally checked his phone for emails. It was a workday overseas, and I knew he was waiting for some information from a Japanese company relating to machinery for one of his factories.

A half hour later, we were ready to begin our drive to my parents' house after picking everyone up. It was chilly, but we wouldn’t be outside long. Anders usually liked to get a game of touch football together in the backyard, but I doubted many people would participate. I didn’t like football, and Sadie was pregnant, which my parents and Sadie’s family didn’t know but would find out today.

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