Page 57 of Tinsel Time Treasure
“I wouldn’t have brought it if I did. No holiday decorations are complete without a missile toad.”
Joy sparked in his eyes, and it warmed me. This was the side of him that had been missing when we first met. Sure, I still noticed times when he appeared timid, but every day that the asshole stayed away, the more confident Justin became.
He’d always been handsome, but he became downright stunning when his vibrant personality was allowed to flourish.
I led him to the arch between the kitchen and dining area and pointed at a small hook left by a previous tenant. “How’s right there?”
“Perfect!”
I grabbed a stepstool and handed it over. “You wanna do the honors while I finish the hot chocolate?”
“Sure!”
I watched as he stepped up, making sure he was steady, then made my way to the stove. I turned it off, grabbed a couple of mugs, and poured our drinks. I turned back again just as he was stepping down.
“How’s it look?” Justin asked.
I smiled as I stared at the small missile toad. Somehow it fit. I’d always hung a piece of fake mistletoe there before, but this was better.
It was fun, just like the omega who had hung it.
“Perfect,” I replied, handing over a mug.
Justin grinned, then closed his eyes and breathed in the steam. “You make the best hot chocolate.”
“Thank you, though I think there are coffee shops that make it better.”
He opened his eyes and shook his head. “Yours is still the best.”
I gave him a smile. “Shall we pick out a movie?”
“Sure!”
We walked into the living room, and Justin started laughing.
“What?” I asked.
“Should we hang the stockings in on the tv before or after the movie?”
I chuckled. “I usually hang them on the bookcase… though…” I sighed. “I guess I’ll only have one this year.”
“Nonsense,” he protested. “We’ll put one for me here, and one for you in my apartment. It’ll be more festive that way.”
“Deal.”
He glanced at the tv again, then his eyes fell on the boxes of ornaments and decor. “Change of plans,” he announced. “Keep the fireplace on. I’ll help you decorate.”
“You don’t have to,” I replied as he opened the box of ornaments and garland.
He snickered. “Of course not, but have you seen my windows?”
“Who hasn’t? I think a couple people were taking photos of them earlier.”
“Well, once I get out my decorations, the inside of my apartment will be just as festive.”
“Really?”
He nodded, then grabbed a couple garlands and draped them around his neck. “There, that’s better.”
