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Tristan held two small wrapped parcels as he strode down the hall toward the TV room
He found her nestled on the couch with two small plates of cookies in her hands. A fire roared in the redbrick fireplace. The scene was welcoming, homey, and with Kat sitting there waiting for him, he was having trouble walking due to his sudden state of arousal.
“You look good enough to eat,” he murmured as he joined her on the couch.
The soft, breathless laugh she gave warmed him inside. “Charmer.” She handed him his plate, then kissed him.
“I’m your charmer.” He brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek.
They ate their cookies in a pleasant silence that fascinated him. She fascinated him. It wasn’t just the s*x, although he’d told himself that at first. It was everything about her. Just s
