Paxton turned to me then, a nervous twitch to his fingers as I snuggled up against his side again on the couch and twined our legs together. “I can sleep down here,” Paxton murmured softly. I’d made it clear he was spending the night. The Christmas tree’s lights sparkled at us, the presents glowing beneath its lovely branches. The scent of pine and cocoa was thick in the air as I traced over one of Paxton’s tattoos and looped my fingers through the sleeve of his matching pajama set. “Come to bed, baby,” I murmured softly, playing with his arm hair as I nuzzled into the relaxed muscle of his
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