Chapter 14
A fireplace crackled in her ears. Belle swallowed. Her naked body was still warm and tangled with Peter's. This was so unlike her. She sniffed the air, and his oak scent overwhelmed her. Another snap in the air caught her attention.
She lifted her head and gazed out the door. Her stare stopped as she saw that Peter's big, brown eyes were wide awake.
He nodded at her and said, "Merry Christmas."
There was no use pretending last night hadn't happened. For the next few days, she'd live like nothing mattered. She licked her lips. He was so well-built, everywhere. A prickle of her cheeks made her think she blushed again. She straightened her spine.
"Merry Christmas back at you, Peter."
He pointed to her nightstand. "Is this picture of your mother?"
"Yes. I like to travel with
