Page 32 of Horns for the Holidays

A timer dinged, making us both jump. Kotos groaned against my lips. “Damn waffles.”

“Better not let them burn.” I gave him a playful shove. “I’m starving after last night.”

He growled softly, nipping at my lower lip again before pulling away. “You’re insatiable.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” He poured two perfect cups, adding just the right amount of cream to mine. “I love everything about you.”

The words made my heart skip. This time last year, I’d been drowning in bitterness, using work as a shield against another lonely holiday season. Now...

Now I had a mate who challenged and cherished me in equal measure. A career that let me shape the future of magical matchmaking. And yes, even a renewed appreciation for the holiday season—though I’d never admit that last part to my mother.

Kotos caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “What are you thinking about?”

“How sometimes the best gifts come wrapped in grumpy minotaur packaging.” I smiled against his lips. “And how getting on the naughty list turned out to be the best decision I ever made.”

His answering growl vibrated through me as he pulled me close. “Speaking of naughty lists...”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Save it for after breakfast, Mr. Mavridis. Though...” I cast a meaningful glance at the fruit bowl on top of the cabinets. “I did notice you kept the oranges on the top shelf this time.”

“Can’t be too careful with you,” he murmured against my mate mark. “You have deadly aim.”

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