She unwrapped her body from his arm and eased out of bed. Hopefully she had enough time before he woke up. In the hall closet she found exactly what she was looking for. Now she just had to get the fireplace going, and she’d be all set. The logs lit easily, as if someone was helping her along the way. She stood back to admire the setting—perfect for Christmas morning. A rustling sound came from the bedroom, alerting her William was likely up and would be looking for her soon. She quickly disrobed, put the bow on her chest, and climbed under the Christmas tree. “Patience?” She smiled but didn’t answer him. She wanted him to come find her. “HOLY SHIT!” HE came to a dead stop when he reached the living room and found her lying on the floor. Every fantasy he’d ever had of her was there under the tree with nothing but a bow on her chest. “You like?” “Like? I love. What better way to wake up on Christmas morning?” “I thought you might enjoy this present.” “Can I open it?”
