I finally have him. I’d be a moron to let that go.

So I nod, slowly, still buzzing on all these new ideas.

James’s smile goes broad as he beams at me, taking my face in his hands. “Yea? You want to?”

I nod some more. Because fuck yea. “Yes. Totally. Let’s run away together.”

He lets out a soft sigh and kisses me fast, swallowing my breaths and giving me his. Giving me his love, the love I’ve craved for years. It’s here in my arms now, a reality we’ll make together.

“You truly are the best gift I could never have expected,” he whispers with his hands sliding all over.

“You gonna unwrap me?” I smirk, and he growls.

My man, no matter what.

No matter how. No matter why.

He’s mine.

One Year Later…

“What in the holy Hell am I looking at right now??”

I’m standing in the kitchen of our house, arms folded over my chest, eyes stuck on a giant pile of gingerbread cookies on the counter.

But these aren’t regular gingerbread men…

Well… I guess a part of one…

“If you don’t know what that is, I worry about you,” Jesse says, peeking at me over his shoulder while he pulls out another tray from the oven. “You might be growing senile. ’Cause you had one in your mouth this morning.” He giggles at my scowl. “And I’m not talking about the cookie…”

I honestly want to smile, and laugh… But my stubbornness won’t allow me to. Instead, I purse my lips to keep it at bay, shooting him with my favorite scolding look I know he thrives on.

"You made gingerbread dicks,” I huff, unable to stuff down the grin for one more second. It hijacks my mouth as I pick up one of the oddly shaped cookies, examining it.

It’s honestly very impressive… The cookie and the dick.

“Yay, you got it,” Jesse teases.

“You better watch that mouth, sweet thing.” I peer at him, and he bites his lip. “Or I’ll be stuffing your throat with a much bigger cookie.”

He cackles out loud, and I’m beaming. I love making him laugh. He looks so good, smiling and laughing; sounds like a dream come true.

Mine.

I lift the cookie to my mouth, but he reaches over and slaps it out of my hand. “Don’t eat that! It’s not ready. I haven’t even frosted them yet.”

I pout at him while he chuckles, stepping in closer and running his hands up my chest.

“But I’m hungry,” I growl, letting my hands roam his lower back, gliding down to his ass and giving it a nice squeeze. “For something sweet.”

“What else is new?” He grins, brushing his lips over mine.

He drops a lush kiss on my mouth, and I can’t help the soft groan that rumbles in the back of my throat. He’s just so alluring. Just being near him turns me ravenous…