Chapter 7Emmett woke with a start, pushing himself up and glancing around bleary eyed.
“Is it Christmas?”
I chuckled. “No. Not yet.”
“Looks like Christmas,” he mumbled.
“We still have a few more days.”
Emmett blinked at me. “Nick? Oh. Crap.” He vigorously rubbed his face, and looked marginally more awake when his gaze met mine again. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s okay, honey,” I soothed. “You were exhausted.”
His expression went soft, then heated. “I like it when you call me ‘honey.’”
“Then I’ll keep doing it.”
Emmett laughed. His gaze landed on the music box, and his face lit up. “You gave me a music box.”
“I did.”
“And we kissed?” He turned to me again, as though checking.
“We sure did.” I lowered my gaze to half-mast, lust shooting through my blood as I remembered it
