Page 158 of Christmas off Script
Too much, too soon? Will she think I’m crazy? Will she say—
‘Shall we see what Santa brought us?’ she said, interrupting his thoughts.
‘First post or second?’
‘Both?’
‘Why not?’
Taking his hand, she pulled him to the door. Outside, hanging off the handle, were two stockings. One had the name ‘Leo’ stitched around the top, the other the word ‘Ella’. Every Christmas Eve, each family member put a present inside everyone else’s stocking, and part of the fun was guessing who had given each gift.
Ella carried them back to the bed. ‘This is so exciting! And then we’ve got ours to open!’
‘Uh-huh.’ Leo forced a smile as he glanced at the stockings they’d made for each other at the end of the bed.
She took out the first wrapped gift. ‘You know, this is the first time we’ve ever done this together.’
‘Hmm.’
She glanced at him. ‘You alright?’
Get a grip!‘Yep!’ Taking his stocking, he upended it, shaking until every present dropped to the bedcovers.
‘Leo!’
He grinned, then ripped the first present open. ‘Look at this!’
‘That’s gorgeous.’ Ella carefully peeled the sticky tape from her first gift and unwrapped it. ‘I’ve got one too! What scent is yours?’
Leo turned the candle around to read the handwritten label. ‘Blue cedar. What have you got?’
‘Lavender. It smells amazing. Willow’s so clever.’
‘That she is. Are you going to be that slow opening all your presents?’
‘Yes, I am.’ She pulled out the next gift. ‘Remember, the slower I go, the more pleasurable the experience is.’ She smirked. ‘I thought you didn’t want to be known as Leo “fast and furious” Foxbrooke?’
He shot her a heated look as his cock twitched. ‘For that remark, I’m going to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm tonight until you beg me to let you come.’
Her cheeks flushed. ‘Promises, promises.’
He glanced at the bedside clock. ‘I would torment you now, but there isn’t enough time before my father makes his annual appearance. And today he’s impervious to socksandlocks.’
Ella giggled. ‘Okay, I’ll be as quick as I can, but in return, you have to take off every bit of sticky tape so we can recycle the paper.’
‘Deal.’ He ripped open the next package to reveal a rolled-up t-shirt.
‘Ooh, I’ve got one too.’ She opened it out and burst out laughing.
‘What—oh my god, that’s epic!’
He held his t-shirt up next to hers. His one said ‘All I want for Christmas isyouElla’, and hers read ‘All I want for Christmas isyouLeo’.
‘This is now officially my favourite Christmas t-shirt,’ she said. ‘Who’s it from?’
‘No idea, but they’re a legend.’
‘We can wear them later and try to guess.’
