“Baby…” He gives me one of his scolding tones that’s actually more aroused than anything. I peer up at him. “You’re wiggling all around.” He grins. “Excited for something?”

“Who, me?” I bite my lip to contain the smile of an insane person. “I’m just happy to be having a perfect Christmas Eve with my man, that’s all.”

He narrows his gaze at me, but says nothing more, simply taking my chin in his fingers and kissing me, slow and warm and so goddamn erotic, I’m melting all over the place.

We put on another movie, watching while we snuggle up, the sun having long since dipped into the ocean outside our windows. I can’t say I’m not desperate to rip off my boxers and climb onto his lap right now, but I keep reminding myself the reward will be so much better if I wait.

So the teasing touches stay that way, and eventually, we both doze off.

When I open my eyes, it’s dark in the room, minus the lights from the Christmas tree. I’m reclined on my back, and James is lying on top of me with his head on my abs. I think he’s drooling on me a little, which is so cute, I can’t help but beam. I take a moment to comb my fingers through his mussy strands of dark hair, admiring the perfectly chiseled lines of his face, contours showing in the shadows of low light.

But then I pause. Crap… How am I going to get out from under him??

My mind drifts, and I remember my sleepwalking. James says I rarely do it anymore, since we moved. And I think on some level, it’s definitely because of us. Because with him, I’m settled.

I have no reason to get up out of a bed we share together. It’s the only place I really want to be.

Attempting to wriggle myself free, I slide out from under him, as slowly as possible, trying my absolute hardest not to wake him.

It works. But unfortunately, I fall right off the couch with a thud, shushing myself.

He’s still asleep. Thank God.

Getting up and keeping quiet, I tiptoe over to the hall closet to get all the decorations needed for my special, sexy gift.

My eyes are on James the whole time, while I slip out of my boxers and get dressed up accordingly. I’m jittering with excitement.

I can’t wait for him to see me like this. He’s going to freak out…

My dick is already hard while I sneak back into the living room. On the TV, I turn on one of those fake fireplace videos to give us some ambience.