time.
His body pressed against her back, Lucian held her from behind. His warmth enveloped her like hot tropical air, caressing her every inch.
“I’ve lived for years. I’ve seen many things,” said the shifter. “But I have never been happy as I am in this moment.”
“Merry Christmas, Lucian.” Aria wished that he could see her smile. But she was certain that he felt it.
“Merry Christmas, Aria.”