1. Katherine
A white Christmas was the perfect way to describe the weather outside. A thick blanket of white snow layered the houses and the shed in the backyard.
Inside, however, a fire kept a cozy den warm. The fire illuminated the wood floors and red walls surrounding it. But the one who took most pleasure in the hearth was the two people sitting in front of it, Katherine and Trevor, who were relaxing most comfortably on that cold December morning.
The pretty brunette, Katherine, sipped her cocoa and marshmallows, and pale green eyes scrolled the lines of the book she was reading. However, her gaze momentarily slipped to her husband, who was scrutinizing the flames with hazel orbs. He was holding his chin in his hands, thinking hard.
She smiled. He was pretty amazing, she thought. He was in a successful business with his brother, Oren, and brought in a hefty salary. She was envied by all her female peers; for he was sexy, successful, and was an amazing husband to her, something they wished they could beat their own spouse into. Sometimes he'd come home with an unannounced gift from Tiffany's, or something pretty for her from his business trips. Her exotic treasures ranged from an exotic flower plucked from the blooming gardens in Shanghai to a teacup from a precious Parisian cafe. He was thoughtful, romantic, caring, and best of all, faithful. But now he was here, in an expensive silk button down shirt and pressed white slacks that made his ass look especially squeezable when he walked. She giggled.
Trevor turned to look at his beautiful wife when she laughed. Her thick, curly brown hair graced around her red turtleneck that encased her breasts perfectly. The white skirt she wore along with the thick red pantyhose made her legs look amazing propped up on the ottoman. Her fair skin went especially well with her eyes, he decided then, and decided to tell her so right there.
"Why thank you," she said, obviously flattered.
He didn't know how he could possibly deserve this beautiful woman sitting in front of him. Through his trips took him to locations where women were practically all over him, he knew to keep thinking of his wife back home, knowing she trusted him. He couldn't screw that up.
"Come sit here," he said, kneeling on the thick white rug that lay before the fireplace. He patted the place next to him, inviting Katherine to sit with him.
She abandoned her cocoa and book quickly and came to sit with her husband. She put her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.
"It's so nice, being here," she said. She kissed him on his lips.
"Nothing could screw this moment up," he said, bringing her closer.
They both looked into the fireplace, happy to be in each other's arms.
After a few minutes, Katherine suddenly stood. "Come with me," she murmured, taking his hand and leading him down the hall to their elegant master bedroom.