She shuddered with need. In between slices of pizza, he’d spent a good portion of the night with his hand on her knee. She’d playfully swatted him away when his fingers had traveled up to her thigh.
“Then hurry up and pick one,” she said, gripping his shirt and tugging him down into a quick kiss.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teased, pulling her down the first aisle.
The options were limited, but he found a few contenders, holding them out for her to inspect.
“That one is massive,” she said, gesturing to the first fluffy tree he grabbed. “I do not need a nine foot—no wait, is that a ten foot—tree. I only have so many decorations and so much space, Alex.”
“Fine. How about this one?” he asked, gesturing to a slightly smaller tree.
“Still a little big.”
“Remember the tree in our apartment?” He shook his head. “I got sap everywhere.”
She laughed. He’d even gotten it in his hair. Her body heated, remembering the shower they’d taken to remove the sticky sap.
“You okay?” he asked with a smirk.
“You did that on purpose,” she muttered, letting out a squeak when he wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her into his chest.
“Hurry up and pick a damn tree,” he said against her lips.
She was tempted to close her eyes and point, but she played along, finding the perfect tree while holding Alex’s hand.
Maybe this Christmas she would get all she wanted under the tree. And next to the tree. And on the sofa near the tree.