MISSY
I stretched under the covers, letting the sleep leave my limbs. The smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls filled the bedroom. I pushed myself up and looked around to find Maddox walking toward me with a tray in his hands.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” he smiled.
“Merry Christmas,” I replied. I sat up against the headboard, and he climbed into the bed next to me.
“Hungry?” he asked, setting the tray down and passing me coffee.
“Very!” Maddox had kept me up late, insisting that his throat didn’t affect him when it came to us. He was pretty determined to prove that point. I sipped the steaming coffee, and my tongue was invaded with peppermint mocha flavor. “This is good.”
“Then you’ll love these,” he said, passing me a plate. I watched as he licked the icing off the side of his gia
