Elizabeth
Christmas morning. I awake to a body being thrown over me. "Lizzy wake up! Santa came!" she sees me open my eyes and darts out of the room for her next victim.
When she skips out Tristan comes in, baring his chest again. I guess that's how he sleeps.
"Morning beautiful." he says with a low husky voice.
"Hey. What time is it?"
He laughs. "6:00"
I groan. "No way." I grumble.
He laughs again and flops down next to me. "Oh yes. Welcome to living with a 7 year old: Christmas edition.
I groan again and he hauls me up onto my feet, when I'm up I'm up against his body. It's freezing outside my sheets, but he's really warm.
"Tristan how are you so warm? I'm freezing and I'm fully clothed."
He shrugs. "I don't know. I'm just used to it." he leans down and steals a quick kiss,
