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Ready when you are
Ryan:
Now. I’ll come and pick you up. I want to drive home and spend the rest of Christmas with you in my bed
Fuck. His words sent a jolt of heat straight to my cock, and I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably aware of my parents’ presence.
Me:
Yesss. I’ll grab my stuff now
Ryan:
OMW x
I stood, stretching. “Mum, Dad. I’m going to see Ryan now. We, uh, might head back to London tonight.”
My mum smiled at me. “I’m glad you boys reconnected.”
I returned her smile. “Me too.”
Packing up my stuff as quickly as I could, followed by goodbyes to my parents, Olivia, and Luke and promises to call them, I was finally ready to leave. As soon as a set of headlights swung into the cul-de-sac, I threw open the front door.
The car came to a stop at the end of my parents’ driveway, and the driver’s door opened. Ryan appeared, a gorgeous smile lighting up his face as he strode towards me. As soon as he was within touching distance, he wrapped me in his arms, his mouth coming down on mine.
“Hi,” he whispered against my lips when we finally broke apart.
“Hi.” I kissed him again because now I could. How did I get to be so lucky?
“Ready to go?” Releasing me, he hefted the bag containing my Christmas presents over his shoulder. Scooping up my duffel bag, I followed him to the boot, where we stowed the bags.
As I turned my head back towards the house, I caught my entire nosy family blatantly watching Ryan and me through the front windows, my mum nudging Olivia and gesturing wildly with her hands while Luke stood there smirking, and my dad watched us with a small smile on his face.
I knew there would be questions from them. But as I turned back to Ryan, meeting his soft, affectionate gaze, I knew I’d suffer through a hundred interrogations from my family if it meant I got to be with him.
Leaning forwards, he brushed a soft, fleeting kiss across my lips.
“Let’s go home,” he said.
11
December 26th
9:35 a.m.
Waking up on Boxing Day morning and seeing Sam Payne in my bed was better than I could have ever imagined. Lying against my pillows, his dark hair tousled and his eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy, he was fucking beautiful.
“Morning,” he murmured softly.
We smiled at one another, and I knew we were on the same wavelength. All the shit we’d been through—we could put it all behind us because we were here now, together. And that was what mattered.
Stroking my fingers through his hair, I lowered my head to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Hey. Happy Christmas. I realised I forgot to say it to you yesterday. Also…I know we didn’t get each other gifts this Christmas, but we’ll make up for it next year. Promise.”
“Next year.” He bit down on his lip, unsuccessfully trying to hide the smile overtaking his face. “I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
The smile he was biting back turned into a smirk. “But we did get each other a gift.”