It's nearly Christmas! I realise I have been counting down the days but I'm still surprised at this fact. There are only a few "doors" left on this calendar and I plan to fill them with lots of Christmas kisses so if you have any demands for specific pairings, get them in now! x
It was sweet, kissing Gill Murray. Sweet, surprisingly soft, and surprisingly easy - to kiss again, again, deeper and slower.
Gill tilted her head back and rested her hands against Mitch's broad shirt. She felt light, still encircled in his arms, the fabric warm under her fingers. He looked down at her seriously.
This was not a friendly hug. This was not a mistletoe kiss, even for an empty office. This was not what they had meant to happen. A gift.
'What are we doing?' She whispered.
'We shouldn't...' His voice was low.
But it was sweet, oh so sweet.