Mac had a wild idea to play in the snow. It had fallen again since their return from the club, leaving the city covered in a blanket of sparkling pearl. He and Afton dressed in their coats, scarves and boots and went out to make and throw snowballs in the nearby park. Flurries continued, but not as fast and thick as before, the little flakes swirling in the glow of the security light posts. Dawn had yet to break.
When she ran away from him with a teasing laugh, Mac went after her and then tackled her to the ground. He rolled around with her, both their faces rosy red and their breath coming out in cloudy wreaths.
"Merry Christmas!" he told her with a sloppy grin.
"Merry Christmas, Mac," she answered with a glowing smile.
"I want to eat you all up. I want to mush your nose." Be
