“Hey. Merry Christmas, sugar.” I smile, burying my blushing cheeks into my blanket. He’s blushing too, expression warm. “Merry Christmas.” “You look beautiful.” “That’s factually incorrect. My lips are crusty.” “I haven’t mentioned my crusty lip kink?” Despite the heaviness in my heart, he drags a laugh out of me. “It hasn’t come up yet, no.”
