Hot cocoa
Later that evening, Mac was on her way back to the living room with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa when the sight before her made her stop in her tracks.
Night had fallen quickly, plunging the outdoors into winter darkness, but the fully decorated Christmas tree set the house aglow with soft golden light. The fire was burning low by this point, and she saw Harm rise from the couch to add another log, the embers quickly crackling back to life. The flames cast dancing shadows upon his face, and Mac could have admired him from afar for a long time if he hadn't noticed her in the doorway.
"Hey."
"Hey," she said softly, entering the room and handing him a mug.
"Thanks."
They both settled back on the couch together, content to enjoy each other's company while sipping their thick, creamy cocoa in front of the fire.
"Mac?"
"Hmmm?" she murmured.
"I'm glad you're here."
She wasn't sure when her head had fallen to rest comfortably against his shoulder, but now she straightened to study his expression in the firelight. His eyes were dark with that half-lidded look that he reserved only for her, making her heart skip a beat, and Mac briefly wondered if this could be considered a Hallmark moment.
And when they both leaned in and their lips met in a sweet kiss that tasted of chocolate and cream, she decided that it definitely qualified.
